| Hearing children as they laugh and they sing
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| Pulling brass rings, dreaming all sorts of things
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| And the stare in their mother’s eyes, both fear and delight
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| She’s shaking from fright but she knows everything’s all right
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| Come ride, come ride, come ride up and down
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| The merry-go, merry-go-round
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| Pictures bring back thoughts and things from the past
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| Memories, they last, even though time, it will pass
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| For memories are real when there is nothing more
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| Whenever you’re bored and there’s nothing to live for
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| Come ride, come ride, come ride up and down
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| The merry-go, merry-go-round
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| An old man, he sits and he rocks in his chair
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| Waiting to die, the boy starts to cry but the man he cannot
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| 'Cause he’s lived far too long and there is nothing left
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| Visions of youth and he serves no more use than a book on the shelf
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| Life is sweet when you’ve lost all your fear
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| Death, it is near, your cares, they will disappear
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| So you sit and remember the gay laughing sounds
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| The ups and the downs of your ride on the merry-go-round
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| Come ride, come ride, come ride up and down
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| The merry-go, merry-go-round
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| Life is just a merry-go-round |