| Circus-boy run-away steely-eyed gypsy
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| Seems to be adjusted to the clatter of the fair
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| He says «watch your step» as he tears two tickets briskly
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| Watches her summer legs climb the stairs
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| So you follow on, tip right in, latch the bar, lean to
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| Feel the smooth touch of summer skin
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| Then it all starts moving like no one else can see you
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| Cupid pulls the lever and the whole thing spins
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| You had a shiny ride getting out of here
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| We never heard a word when you disappeared
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| Suddenly your lover just climbs right out
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| Steps across thin air and leaves you there
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| Try to catch your breath, but the bar is tight against your chest
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| And the ride is spinning so hard it holds you in your chair
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| Spin
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| You had a shiny ride getting out of here
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| We never heard a word when you disappeared
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| Well that shiny ride was just lies and skin
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| To lead you on, pull you in
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| Took you for a spin
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| When it lets you out you find it’s many months later
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| Deep into winter in a small-time town
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| Walking kind aimlessly, one hand on a railing
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| You stop a while to wait until the spinning slows down |
| 'Cause you had a shiny ride getting out of here
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| We never heard a word when you disappeared
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| Well that shiny ide was just lies and skin
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| To lead you on, pull you in
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| Took you for a spin
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| Come on and ride on a shiny new love
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| Don’t look behind you can step right up
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| Come on and ride on a shiny new love
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| Don’t look behind you can step right up
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| Took you for a spin |