Bitten nails handfuls of hair Head in her hands sat on the stairs Bitter tears locked up inside Figting her heart figting her mind It's merry go round You can never get off It's merry go round It will never stop What is she wife keeper or friend She has no more give or lend And someone said "What is full of care We have no time to stand and stare" It's merry go round You can never get off It's merry go round It will never stop She has to break away She wants to leave Now she has made her own bed But she can't sleep It's merry go round You can never get off It's merry go round It will never stop
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