| All the swings and roundabouts
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| Have gone to join the fair
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| And they went there leaning on a bear
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| Look in all the magazines see
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| Their names are printed there
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| And the news is flying round the square
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| Champion tightrope walker cry the crowd
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| They don’t see this game is just a shroud
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| In the land of hopes and dreams
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| Children swarm like flies
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| All around the fountain of soft lies
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| Messages to kill or be killed
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| Tattooed on the back of their eyelids
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| In their sleep attack
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| Creeps back to his cave to watch the fight
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| They will take the bait like fish tonight
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| See the circus ringleader
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| He’s counting in his den
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| See him snacking on the souls of men
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| Creeps back to his cave to watch the fight
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| They will take the bait like fish tonight |