| It catches fire at midnight
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| It leaves the room for doubt
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| But every thing’s so well defined
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| There’s only one way out
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| And all the girls are on tonight
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| The colored wheels all spin
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| You’re more aware than ever before
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| You need a prize to win
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| And all the funfair’s will have one
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| That is the usual theme
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| No secret Jack in this box
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| To help the pain within
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| Quiet country roads and trees
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| Birds singing from a cage
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| You understand you just lost one
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| You step outside your rage
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| And what’s left to believe in
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| The children in the lake?
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| I didn’t see them go under
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| Let’s try another take
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| Pass me the bottle, baby
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| One day you’ll understand
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| We almost make the same mistakes
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| And hold each other’s hands
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| Take this particular shade of gray
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| Just for a change I shout
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| There’s nothing in this fairground
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| That couldn’t be left out
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| There isn’t much left to show you
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| Maybe the tunnel of love
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| Who knows we’ll be there forever
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| Just like the stars above |