| There’s a carnival lady in a ten gallon hat
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| She pulls a rabbit out of the hat
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| And sets it free, she sets it free
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| There’s a pigeon in my chimney and it’s powdering up the air
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| Powdering up the air and making it hard to breathe
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| Gonna set it free, it’s free or fried
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| Together again, and again
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| Free again, and again
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| The lady wants you to dance to the sound of the castanets
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| You’re trying hard to forget
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| What she’d mean to you, if she should set you free
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| When you walk in the rain up to your ankles in water
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| Fixated on the vision of the hangman’s daughter
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| And what she’d mean to you, when she’d set you free
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| Free again, and again
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| Together again, and again
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| You hear a noise in the distance and you see the sun go down
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| The streets are full of junkies, there’s a lot of them about
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| You feel them getting closer, they’re breathing down your neck
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| You’re the only one left, you’re the only one left
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| Who doesn’t wanna be free, you don’t wanna be free
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| You never asked to be free again |