| If you ever come to our town
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| On a carousel crusade
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| And you’re tired of fighting windmills with a nail
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| Cross the fence and join the dragons
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| Who have never made the grade
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| Cara’s castle and the keepers of a most unholy grail.
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| Oh Cara, Queen of the losers, ruler of the weak
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| Give the poet what he chooses till he’s too dumb to speak
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| There’s a clock upon the mantle
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| But its hands forget the time
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| And the windows turn their backs upon the day
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| And the people in the shadows
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| Could be all lost friends of mine
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| Cara’s courtiers need no light Ђ" need no light to lose their way
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| Oh Cara, Queen of the losers, ruler of the weak
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| Give the poet what he chooses till he’s too dumb to speak
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| From the end to the beginning
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| Crippled minds retrace the steps
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| From the burial to the birth they do retreat
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| Wonderin’where and when and why
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| Their souls were slaughtered while they slept
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| Cara’s courtiers know no victory Ђ" know no victory just defeat
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| Oh Cara, Queen of the losers, ruler of the weak
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| Give the poet what he chooses till he’s too dumb to speak
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| One by one the battered soldiers
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| Go slowly cross the moat
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| One by one they seek new castles somewhere else
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| With their crutches and the cravens
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| And I wonder is there hope
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| Is there hope for Cara’s courtiers Ђ" and the wars against themselves
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| Oh Cara, Queen of the losers, ruler of the weak
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| Give the poet what he chooses till he’s too dumb to speak |