| This old carousel keeps on turning
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| This old carousel keeps on turning, keeps on turning
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| Worn smooth, faces, voices, broken, cracking
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| Bright blue eyes in the darkness, passing lovers
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| Chances taken, good times used
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| Good times used
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| Tell me it wasn’t all for nothing
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| On that old carousel we refused
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| We rode, we rode, we made believe
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| Naked watching the snow falling, it burned our skin
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| On that old carousel we shouted our love
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| We shouted our love
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| Tell me it wasn’t all for nothing
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| That we weren’t just taking our time before we caved in
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| Those moments shared, they meant something, didn’t they?
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| That intimacy wasn’t all for nothing
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| We had something that was ours, tell me
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| We had something that was ours |