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Ayers |
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It catches fire at midnight |
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It leaves the room for doubt |
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But every thing's so well defined |
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There's only one way out |
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And all the girls are on tonight |
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The colored wheels all spin |
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You're more aware than ever before |
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You need a prize to win |
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And all the funfair's will have one |
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That is the usual theme |
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No secret Jack in this box |
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To help the pain within |
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Quiet country roads and trees |
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Birds singing from a cage |
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You understand you just lost one |
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You step outside your rage |
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And what's left to believe in |
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The children in the lake? |
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I didn't see them go under |
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Let's try another take |
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Pass me the bottle, baby |
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One day you'll understand |
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We almost make the same mistakes |
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And hold each other's hands |
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Take this particular shade of gray |
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Just for a change I shout |
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There's nothing in this fairground |
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That couldn't be left out |
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There isn't much left to show you |
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Maybe the tunnel of love |
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Who knows we'll be there forever |
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Just like the stars above |
