He let the merry go round
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Way more than you ever should
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He was there when they tore it all down
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When nobody thought that they would
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He let the musical chairs
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Fade away and disappear
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They ran oh for so many years
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We were much happier there
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And he still hears
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The noise from the broke gate
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So he’s not going to take his place
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In the final parade
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She felt ach lady a gent
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For all the time that thy spent
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She watched as each one of them went
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That’s when they tore down the tent
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She wasn’t sorry or sad
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But there was one question she had
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What could she salvage or save?
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Oh, she still hears
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The noise from the broke gate
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So she’s not gonna take her place
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In the final parade
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And he still hears all the
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Noise from the broke gate
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So you’re not gonna see his face
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In the final parade
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He let it slow to a stop
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Then let it grind to a halt
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He felt that the bottom would drop
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To be fair to him, that’s not his fault
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Let’s let the merry go round
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Let’s hear the musical chairs
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Let’s get it back up off the ground
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Even if no one still cares
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And he still hears
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The noise from the broke gate
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So he’s not gonna take his place
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In the final parade
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And he still hears all the
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Noise from the broke gate
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So he’s not gonna take his place
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No, he’s not gonna take his place
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And you’re not gonna see his face
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In the final parade
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We can’t afford to be ignored
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Next stop is freedom street
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Hit the town, burn it to the ground
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To the rocksteady beat
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The church was hoping that the midnight mass
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Was packed from the front to the back
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West Coast USA, we know where it’s at
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We play around
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With our punk rock reggae sound
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'Cause sometimes dancing is all you’ve got
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We were cranking
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We were skanking
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We were cranking, we were skanking
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All over the world
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He was
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The night that we would talk
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The Lord center square
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He just snapped
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And then the cuffs were slapped
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That’s how it’s done down there
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We can’t confirm and can’t deny
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What happened after that
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But before you check your watch
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Check out the thermostat
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We play around
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With our punk rock reggae sound
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'Cause sometimes dancing is all you’ve got
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We were cranking
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We were skanking
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We were cranking, we were skanking
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All over the world
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We were cranking
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We were skanking
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We were cranking, we were skanking
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All over the world
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Revolutionary war
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Out on the street and on the dance floor
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The middle east is close to near
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We can’t afford to be ignored
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Next stop is freedom street
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Hit the town and burn it to the ground
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To the rocksteady beat
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The church was hoping that the midnight mass
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Was packed from the front to the back
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And the East Coast USA was waving that Union Jack
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We play around
|
With our punk rock reggae sound
|
'Cause sometimes dancing is all you’ve got
|
We were cranking
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We were skanking
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We were cranking, we were skanking
|
All over the world
|
We were cranking
|
We were skanking
|
We were cranking, we were skanking
|
All over the world
|
We play around
|
With our punk rock reggae sound
|
'Cause sometimes dancing is all you’ve got
|
We were cranking
|
We were skanking
|
We were cranking, we were skanking
|
All over the world
|
We were cranking
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We were skanking
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We were cranking, we were skanking
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All over the world |