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The carnival's gone from the edge of town |
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He hit took off last night after closing down |
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It was a lot of fun. It was the place to be |
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Tilta-Whirl Ferries Wheel. You and me. |
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We were spinnin' around. |
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You were holdin' me tight |
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You were wearing my St. Christopher |
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On that Ventura night |
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On top of the world the 101 below |
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We saw a generation heading North to |
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San Francisco |
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It was the best of times |
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We took it to the end of the line |
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On the edge of a new frontier |
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Where do we go from here? |
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You were a small town dream |
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You were my good luck charm |
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I was a high school drifter with a fastball arm |
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We'd talk all night on the hood of my car |
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Made promises we couldn't keep under a million stars |
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It was the best of times |
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We took it to the end of the line |
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On the edge of a new frontier |
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Where do we go from here? |
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We had a walk on the moon. We had Dylan songs |
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We had friends die fighting in a war gone wrong |
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The carnival comes. The carnival goes |
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The lights still shine they way they did |
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But we both know |
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It was the best of times. The magic of '69 |
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On the edge of a new frontier |
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Where do we go from here? |
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Where do we go from here? |
