| She stops for coffee every morning
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| Grabs the paper while she’s yawning
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| Wishing she was still in bed
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| And though her cup is always full
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| The 8am express is leaving her without
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| A choice to stay
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| But where does she go
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| And who really knows the girl deep inside
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| The one she always tries to hide
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| Julie, Julie don’t you know
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| You’re riding on a carousel
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| That’s going no where round and round
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| And round when will it end
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| Don’t ever be afraid
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| To ride upon the biggest pony
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| Open up the gates and let it carry you away
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| She works so hard without a break
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| But every now and then she dreams
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| Of all, the lovely places she could go
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| She wonders if she will ever arrive
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| And maybe then she can escape
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| From all, the loneliness, she feels inside
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| When will she learn
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| That love that she yearns to find Deep inside
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| Has always been there in her mind
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| Julie Julie don’t you know
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| You’re riding on a ferris wheel that’s going nowhere
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| Hold on tight so worried you might fall
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| Don’t ever be afraid
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| To open up your eyes
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| So you can see tomorrow
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| Let it go and you will fly away
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| Julie Julie don’t you know
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| You’re riding on a carousel
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| That’s going no where round and round
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| And round when will it end
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| Don’t ever be afraid
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| To open up your eyes
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| So you can see tomorrow
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| Let it go and you will fly away |