| Winter’s Slipping into Springtime
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| Left me with scars on my face
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| See the cobra, catch him hissing
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| Follow the path he takes
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| My words get lost out here, I am the tired intruder
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| You’re not wrong, when the deal is done I’m more than gone
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| I’m closing down the old fairground, it’s the past I’m selling
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| Show me the garden of life, it’s all that I’m buying
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| Should we blow this never ending life?
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| Roam around in circles through our mind?
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| Round and round we lead the parade, it’s burning us out
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| Sometimes we try rolling by, take on the blame
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| It’s better than this mind of games, we should be rolling by
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| Lead the parade, that’s burning us out, throwing choice in some doubt
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| Given this time is all but pulling out
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| Given this town is all but dying out
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| Hold me and take me, I don’t know what to wear
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| Hold me my darling, I daren’t say a prayer
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| I’m closing down the old fairground, all my crowd are fading
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| Come join the greeting twilight, a new dawn is breaking
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| Should we blow this never ending life?
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| Roam around in circles through our mind?
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| Round and round we lead the parade, it’s burning us out
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| Sometimes we try rolling by, take on the blame
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| It’s better than this mind of games, we should be rolling by
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| Lead the parade, that’s burning us out, move on and try rolling by
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| Hold on and try rolling by, take on the blame, try rolling by
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| Lead the parade, that’s burning us out, move on and try rolling by |