If you ever come to our town
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On a carousel crusade
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And you're tired of fighting windmills with a nail
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Cross the fence and join the dragons
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Who have never made the grade
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Cara's castle and the keepers of a most unholy grail.
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Oh Cara, Queen of the losers, ruler of the weak
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Give the poet what he chooses till he's too dumb to speak
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There's a clock upon the mantle
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But its hands forget the time
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And the windows turn their backs upon the day
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And the people in the shadows
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Could be all lost friends of mine
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Cara's courtiers need no light - need no light to lose their way
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Oh Cara, Queen of the losers, ruler of the weak
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Give the poet what he chooses till he's too dumb to speak
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From the end to the beginning
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Crippled minds retrace the steps
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From the burial to the birth they do retreat
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Wonderin' where and when and why
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Their souls were slaughtered while they slept
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Cara's courtiers know no victory - know no victory just defeat
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Oh Cara, Queen of the losers, ruler of the weak
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Give the poet what he chooses till he's too dumb to speak
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One by one the battered soldiers
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Go slowly cross the moat
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One by one they seek new castles somewhere else
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With their crutches and the cravens
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And I wonder is there hope
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Is there hope for Cara's courtiers - and the wars against themselves
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Oh Cara, Queen of the losers, ruler of the weak
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Give the poet what he chooses till he's too dumb to speak
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Cara's Castle
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| Joni Mitchell |
