Nobody is an island, there’s no way you can cut free.
Nobody is an island, there’s no way you can be cut off by sea;
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And ev’rything I do touches you
And ev’rything I am you hold in your hand.
And it seems to me that we are standing stones,
There’s no way that we can ever be on our own
And even if at times it seems that we are all alone,
We’re in stone circles marking time with standing stones.
Nobody’s an outsider, there’s no way you can cut loose.
Nobody’s an outsider, there’s always some way to pay your dues.
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The circle stands forever, there’s no angle there to chip or break.
The circle stands forever, there’s no straight line to show a slight mistake.
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The wind blows from the hillside, but we stand firm and we do not bend.
The wind blows from the hillside, the circle is a pattern with no end.
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You mustn’t break the circle, there’s no easy way to be released.
You mustn’t break the circle, and if we stand together we’ll find peace.
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Anne Lister