| By the bumper cars
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| In the pretty twining light
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| I may have gone too far
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| I may have gone too much, too long
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| I’m a dull and witless boy
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| In the after-bars
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| Think I was sullied by a dream
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| In the killing jar
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| You and me at war, at arms
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| All falling in embrace
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| Tell me why you lied
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| And what it is you do to keep your eyes
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| All shiny
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| A tawny gypsy girl
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| Sleeping blanketed by stars
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| Beneath the tilt-a-whirl
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| Where we were coyly caught alone
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| All fumbling with your blouse
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| Tell me why you lied
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| And what it is you do to keep your eyes
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| All shiny
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| In the roller coaster din
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| By the parachutes in saddle shoes you break your shin
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| But I have never seen two eyes so shiny
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| And the sullen beery swine
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| Try to tangle you in sullen beery balls of twine
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| Have they ever seen two eyes so shiny?
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| The boys in denim vests
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| Smoking cigarettes between
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| Their bootblack fingertips
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| Sweetly tipsy by the half-light
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| The light and the half-light
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| Tell me why you lied
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| And what it is you do to keep your eyes
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| All shiny |