Hollow, carnival voice sings Tunes of nobody's choice And on a vacant lot Someone just forgot Standing all alone Turning on it's own Weary, merry go round Grows slowly into the ground And faded circus acts Sorrow broke their backs And their sadness cries From their staring eyes Still, small children come And bring the harm of play Spirits all alive To drive the ghosts away Useless merry go round Tomorrow they'll tear you down To build a parking lot If it lives or not It was just a toy All it brought was joy
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