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Amusement parks are caked with sounds |
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A solid hunk of meat |
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A barker's sweat flings from his tongue |
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His tattoo shines with heat |
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A wary stranger stands and sways |
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Enraptured by his stance |
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Two-headed goats come stumbling by |
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And give a troubled glance |
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The barker looks into the eyes |
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The stranger tries to bend |
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The barker swears to more delights |
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For all who seek within |
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The stranger enters canvas doors |
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And smells the fresh cut hay |
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The barker points to Siamese twins |
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The stranger looks away |
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The eyes of horse-faced women |
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Watch the few who wander through |
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They sense the tension in the air |
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And smell the sweet taboo |
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A heart beats fast against a chest |
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The stranger leaves the tent |
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The waves of people drown the sounds |
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Of loss of innocence |
