Outside
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The storm clouds gathering,
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Moved silently along the dusty boulevard.
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Where flowers turning crane their fragile necks
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So they can in turn
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Reach up and kiss the sky.
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They are driven by a strange desire
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Unseen by the human eye
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Someone is calling.
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I remember when you held my hand
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In the park we would play when the circus came to town.
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Look! Over here.
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Outside
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The circus gathering
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Moved silently along the rainswept boulevard.
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The procession moved on the shouting is over
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The fabulous freaks are leaving town.
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They are driven by a strange desire
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Unseen by the human eye.
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The carinval is over.
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We sat and watched
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As the moon rose again
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For the very first time.
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The Carnival Is Over
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Dead Can Dance |