| It was five years ago at the carnival
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| While I was pitching my tent
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| I was approached by a carnie girl
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| And oh, she seemed Heaven sent
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| Her eyes were like diamonds
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| And lips, they were full and red
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| And her hair, a black forest
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| Swung from her head
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| My heart skipped a beat
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| And I felt complete
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| As I gazed into her eyes
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| And then when I turned around
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| I found she was gone
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| We never said goodbye
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| It wad four years ago at the carnvial
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| As I was counting my pence
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| There next to me was a clown girl
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| From one of the old clowning tents
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| Her stilts made her so tall
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| Like a mime, said nothing at all
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| But her smile was the sweetest I can recall
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| My heart skipped a beat
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| And I felt complete
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| As I gazed into her eyes
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| And then when I turned around
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| I found she was gone
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| We never said goodbye
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| It was three years ago at the carnival
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| As I prepared for the show
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| Suddenly growling there next to me
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| Was an awesome and fierce wendigo
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| Her mouth dripped with red
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| The blood from something she bled
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| And her antlers were the tallest I’ve ever known
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| My heart skipped a beat
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| And I felt complete
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| As I gazed into her eyes
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| And then when I turned around
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| I found she was gone
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| We never said goodbye
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| What kind of man am I?
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| That I fall in love
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| With so many women at a time
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| Leaves me wondering
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| What kind of love is mine
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| It’s fickle and grounded
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| And lives in the skies
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| In the skies, in the skies, in the skies
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| My love, it lives in the skies
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| In the skies
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| It was two years ago at the carnival
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| I freed unicorns from a sack
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| I ran into a succubus
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| With great mighty wings on her back
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| When she waved, then I said «Wow!
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| It feels just like a blizzard now»
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| But she raided my soul
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| And looted my heart somehow
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| My heart skipped a beat
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| And I felt complete
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| As I gazed into her eyes
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| And then when I turned around
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| I found she was gone
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| We never said goodbye
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| It was one year ago at a carnival
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| As I put bats in a bin
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| Up to my tent came a cavegirl
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| Bedecked in an animal skin
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| I was intrigued by this legend
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| From some kind of league
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| As more of her flesh
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| Was outside of her vesture than in
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| My heart skipped a beat
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| And I felt complete
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| As I gazed into her eyes
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| And then when I turned around
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| I found she was gone
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| We never said goodbye
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| It was just yesterday at the Masquerade
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| As I was tending my flock
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| When a Victorian Pirate Queen
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| Sidled up to the dock
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| I said «Well hello!
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| You’re someone that I’d like to know»
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| And just then I heard midnight
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| Chime on the clock
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| She skipped not a beat
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| My shock was complete
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| As she gazed into my eyes
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| And then she said to me
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| «Don't you realize?
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| It’s me, it’s me
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| Don’t you see?
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| Can’t you see?
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| The carnie, the clown girl
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| The wendigo, succubus, cavegirl and queen?»
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| What kind of lass is she?
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| That I’d fall in love
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| With the same woman time after time
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| When you fall in love with a girl like her
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| Know you’ll have to learn
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| To see through the disguise
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| The disguise, the disguise
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| The disguise, the disguise
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| My love she lives in disguise
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| In disguise, in disguise
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| In disguise, in disguise
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| In disguise
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| She lives her life in disguise
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| In disguise |