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You clamber up |
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And look behind |
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Their watchful eyes |
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The helping hands |
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A hen that's fierce |
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And painted blue |
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With red eyes |
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Wants to swallow you |
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A dragon dives and soars on tracks |
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The hands that strap you to its back |
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You turn around and look behind |
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Their smiling eyes |
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Won't help you down |
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Their tiny hands |
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Their tiny feet |
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Such little hearts |
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To miss a beat |
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Grotesque dwarves in mirrored rooms |
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Pulled and taut a thousand yous |
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Staring back through stinging tears |
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Remembering those funhouse thrills |
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The paintbox tunes and wild balloons |
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Their watchful eyes, you start to swoon |
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Oh painted vile in lurid hue |
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The snarling horse that waits for you |
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Its motor whirrs and colours curl |
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Inside your head the monsters whirl |
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Its motor whirrs and colours curl |
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Inside your head the monsters whirl |
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In sucked out |
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Time stood still |
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Roundabout back |
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Carousel |
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Time stood still |
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And you remember it well |
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Carousel |
