| Spinning fast, a piece of my past,
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| Calls me to wonder at where I have been,
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| The good and the bad and the bold and the nature of sin,
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| Up and down, and in and out,
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| Forty years dust that has gathered about,
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| The pieces of youth that we scattered around,
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| When we danced the Carousel Waltz.
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| A drink or two, a game of tag,
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| Catch a partner and join in the dance,
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| All of your dreams can come true if you just take a chance,
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| Don’t question love, don’t ask around,
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| Grab the brass ring from the hand of the clown,
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| The faster you whirl, the sooner around,
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| When you dance the Carousel Waltz
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| All of the carousel sweethearts,
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| And all of the carousel clowns,
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| Mirrored in merry confusion,
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| Pretending it’s love that we’ve found,
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| The years come and go with a whisper,
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| The calliope drowns out the age,
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| We glow and we fade in the roles that we’ve made,
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| 'Til there’s nothing but ghosts on the stage.
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| Now we’re forcing rhymes, of simpler times,
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| The paint on the ponies is fading away,
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| The red and the green and the blue go the same shade of gray,
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| Monochrome image of colored events,
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| Recollections of times that we spent,
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| The miracles came and the miracles went,
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| While we danced the Carousel Waltz.
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| The miracles came and the miracles went,
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| While we danced the Carousel Waltz. |