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Standing alone in the fairground at night |
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The world racing past on the streets |
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Only the stars and the headlights of cars |
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Light the fantasy world while it sleeps |
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And I looked around but there wasn't a sound |
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But the cinders under my feet. |
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Candy-floss sticks spelt words on the ground |
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I tried to read them in vain. |
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Before it was clear the wind blew my hair |
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And rephrased the sentence again. |
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I stopped to light my last cigarette |
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The fair was lit up in its glow |
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I threw it away but the light seemed to stay |
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Like 'twere moonlight shining on snow. |
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And I hardly dare breathe |
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I just couldn't believe |
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Then the music started to flow. |
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Slowly everything started to move |
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'Cept me and I stood quite still. |
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Then came a soft cry near the coconut shy |
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Will you take me to ride on the wind. |
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And around and around |
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The big wheel went spinning |
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Round and round until |
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I noticed although the fairground was moving |
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The rest of the world stopped still. |
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It was then when I realised that I'd have to get off |
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Although I would've much rather stayed. |
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Then with a jolt the wheel came to a halt |
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And the music started to fade. |
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As the lights went dim my head started to spin |
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Told myself that I wasn't to blame. |
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Looked at the ground at the candy-floss sticks |
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Now the message was plain |
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Behind me the wheel and the fairground were still |
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And outside it was moving again. |
