At the fair it is time to close
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Your horses stop turning
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You can pick up your love until tomorrow
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But a man in gray is still there
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He's got something and he wants something from you
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Fare thee well, Miss Carousel
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I don't paint anything here anymore
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You'll come back when you're clean
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And I do not need you
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I will scream with pride
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Your name on the platform
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And the people here will be able to tell you
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That the one who wants to get something
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He will do it with sweat and hard work
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But in the city nobody knows more
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That the one who sees them turn
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You do your part, Miss Carousel
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That they will do theirs
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You will come back (…)
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And you want to hide your leather mattress
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But how many today have slept in it
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And how many more will sleep in it tomorrow
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And when the sun enters your room
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You will look for soap and water
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And you will rub your skin, Miss Carousel
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But it won't help
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You will come back (.)
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And another night you will want to dream
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But the purest loneliness
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You don't cure yourself with champagne and cocaine
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A southern man will turn down the light
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You will play your luck with heads or tails
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I know it sounds cruel, Miss Carousel.
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But this is your life
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And you swear again that you don't want to return |
To wake up dead of thirst
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And with a dagger sunk in the chest
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It is night and with a thread of voice
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You will ask me what day is today
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And you will want to return, Miss Carousel
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To undo what was done
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You will come back (…)
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And I promise if I see you again
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So sunken I will try to do
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The impossible to put a smile on you
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But once again you will disappear
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And although someone may be missed
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I will know how to understand, Miss Carousel
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I will know how to understand your haste
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You will come back (…) |