Under the red sky of a baked half moon
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The grass was covered in morning dew
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The village streets, they looked tragic
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Filled with magic from the last three nights
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It's pretty hard to resist it the carnival
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And the barroom eyes
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You stare into all the faces and
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Listen to dingy lullabyes
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Checked in your ticket near Brussells
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The train took you to a hilltop range
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Stripping all inhibition
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Hoping to see the world inside out
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You all went up to the castles
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The music blaring countless ryhmes
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The tapestry it looked plastic
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With crushed velvet drapes hung real high
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The stone creatures were staring
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Through your soul with their daughnted eyes
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Something stops men from caring
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Traped in the wicked endless night
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It's pretty hard to resist it the carnival
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And the barroom eyes
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You stare into all the faces and
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Listen to dingy lullabyes
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Dancing In The Mist Of The Night
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| Staggered Crossing |
