A lone carnival voice
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Sings tunes of nobody's choice,
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And on a vacant lot,
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Some one just forgot,
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Standing all alone,
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Turning on its own.
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Weary, merry go round,
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Grows slowly into the ground,
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And faded circus acts,
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Sorrow broke their backs,
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And their sadness cries
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From their staring eyes.
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Still small children come
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And bring your harm of play,
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Spirits all alive
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To drive the ghosts away.
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Useless merry go round,
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Tomorrow they'll tear you down,
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To build the parking lot
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If it lives or not,
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It was just a toy,
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All it brought was joy.
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Merry Go Round
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The Monkees |