| Standing alone in the fairground at night
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| The world racing past on the streets
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| Only the stars and the highlights of cars
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| Light the fantasy world while it sleeps
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| And I looked around but there wasn’t a sound
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| But the cinders under my feet
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| Candy-floss sticks spelt words on the ground
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| I tried to read them in vain.
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| Before it was clear the wind blew my hair
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| And re-phrased the sentence again.
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| I stopped to light my last cigarette
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| The fair was lit up in its glow
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| I threw it away but the light seemed to stay
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| Like 'twere moonlight shining on snow.
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| And I hardly dare breathe
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| I just couldn’t believe
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| Then the music started to flow.
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| Slowly everything started to move
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| 'Cept me and I stood quite still.
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| Then came a soft cry near the coconut shy
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| Will you take to ride on the wind.
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| And around and around the big wheel when spinning
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| Round and around until
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| I noticed although the fairground was moving
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| The rest of the world stopped still.
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| It was then that I realised that I’d have to get off
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| Although I would’ve much rather stayed.
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| Then with a jolt the wheel came to a halt
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| And the music started to fade.
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| As the lights went dim my head started to spin
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| Told myself that I wasn’t to blame.
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| Looked at the ground at the candy-floss sticks
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| Now the message was plain
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| Behind me the wheel and the fairground were still
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| And outside it was moving again. |