By the bumper cars
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In the pretty twining light
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I may have gone too far
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I may have gone too much, too long
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I'm a dull and witless boy
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At the after bars
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Think I was sullied by a dream
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In the killing jar
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You and me at war, at arms
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All falling in embrace
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Tell me why you lied
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And what it is you do to keep your eyes all shiny
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A tawny gypsy girl
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Sleeping blanketed by stars
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Beneath the tilt-a-whirl
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Where we were coyly caught alone
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All fumbling with your blouse
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Tell me why you lied
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And what it is you do to keep your eyes all shiny
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And in the rollercoaster din
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By the parachutes in saddle shoes
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You break your shins
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But I have never seen two eyes so shiny
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And the sullen beery swine
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Who try to tangle you
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In sullen beery balls of twine
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Have they ever seen two eyes so shiny?
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Boys in denim vests
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Smoking cigarettes between
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The bootblack fingertips
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Sweetly tipsy by the half light
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The light and the half light
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Tell me why you lied
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And what it is you do to keep your eyes all shiny
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Shiny
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The Decemberists |