CAROUSEL HORSES
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Lost, lost, all of them lost
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they must have made the river
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but how could they have crossed
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the painted horses from the carousel ride
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all of them gone
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Lost, lost, all of them lost
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they must have made the river
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but how could they have crossed
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the painted horses from my carousel ride
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they must have carried on
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the crazy lady on the bench
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always looking out to sea
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says she saw them get away
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she saw them running free
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and she knows the reason why
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but she swears she'll never tell
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some things are better left unsaid
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about the carousel
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and she saw their eyes burned golden
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as they galloped wild into the dazzling sun
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and doesn't it make you wonder
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does it make you wanna say goodbye
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to the world you thought you knew
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doesn't it make you wonder
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or does it make you wanna close your eyes
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and pretend it is untrue
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doesn't it make you wonder
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doesn't it make you wonder
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Grace, grace, lady of grace
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The ticket girl chanted in her Indian lace
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alone in the booth where there used to be lines
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but now there's only faith
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Grace, grace, lady of grace
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The ticket girl chanted in an Indian lace
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alone in the booth where there used to be lines
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before they ran away
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shuttered doors flung open wide
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leaves were blowing all around
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she just stood there mystified
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by the hoof marks on the ground
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splintered poles and rusted nails,
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jewelled bridles in the tide
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vestiges of old betrayals
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from when the brass ring ruled the ride
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and she heard their eyes burned golden
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as they galopped wild into the dazzling sun
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and doesn't it make you wonder
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does it make you wanna say goodbye
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to the world you thought you knew
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doesn't it make you wonder
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or does it make you wanna close your eyes
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and pretend it is untrue
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doesn't it make you wonder
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doesn't it make you wonder
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Trying to finish this wild song
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but who know where it ends
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those pleasure palace fugitives
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were never seen again.
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But the girl's still selling tickets
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since they fixed the carousel
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there's a crazy lady on the bench
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and those of us who still remember well
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those of us who still remember well
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Repeat chorus
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Carousel Horses
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Joshua Kadison |