| I see your face in every place I’ll be goin'
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| I read your words like black hungry birds read every sowin'
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| Spin and call, throw the ball, my name is a Carnival
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| Sad music in the night sings a scream of light out of chorus
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| Voices you might hear appear and disappear in the forest
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| Short and tall, goin' throw the ball, my name is a Carnival
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| Strings of yellow tears drip from black-wired fears in the meadow
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| Their white halos spin with an anger that is thin and turns to sorrow
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| King of all, hear my call, yes is Carnival
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| Here there is no law but the arcade’s penny claw, hanging empty
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| The painted laughing smile, the turning of the style do not envy
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| Where the small can steal the ball, to touch the face of a Carnival
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| The fat lady frowns at screaming frightened clowns that stand enchanted
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| And the shadow lie and waits outside your iron gates with one wish granted
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| Colors all, come throw the ball, my name is a Carnival
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| Without a thought of size, you come to hypnotize the danger
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| In a world that comes apart there is no single heart when life is stranger
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| Wheel and call, clawed dreams all, in the name of a Carnival
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| Yeah, wheel and call, spin and call, my name oh it’s Carnival |