| Stand up in line, open your eyes,
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| It’s a man and his tragical merry-go-round,
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| It took you for a ride,
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| Well, there’s no way out, my friend.
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| So many fails made you so well,
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| Try to resist, but you turn on your will
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| A headline, had been spelled up in red just for you.
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| Beautiful youth, where did you go?
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| Pushing around, cracked in the holes.
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| Live in the walls, you live in a dream,
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| Go on and out, more under free.
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| So you hand your money to the man at the turnstop
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| He looks with a grin, but no sense of wrong.
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| He took you to a ride and whispered good luck, my boy.
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| You were feeling so fine, but your head got so twisted
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| Out in the corner where you were to visit your heart,
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| You left it behind, my love.
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| All we want to do is ride around with you.
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| Take it or leave it, don’t matter at all,
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| Making you feel so small on the merry-go-round,
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| On a merry-go-round.
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| Got your feet off the ground on a merry go round.
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| An anxious cry could let see my urge,
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| It’s a death at the front, shaking at ease.
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| She lays down a hop and lefts me for a penny or two.
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| So misunderstood I knew that she would
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| Rounded by the time that she did,
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| The carousel taking up all the worse.
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| All we want to do is ride around with you.
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| Take it or leave it, don’t matter at all,
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| Making you feel so small on the merry-go-round,
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| On a merry-go-round.
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| Got your feet off the ground on a merry go round.
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| Beautiful youth, where did you go?
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| Pushing around, cracked in the holes.
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| Live in the walls, you live in a dream,
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| Go up and down, more under free. |