| The carnival is closed for the winter
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| The gates are full of nails
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| All my belongings in a camper truck
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| In front of some Hell Hole Motel
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| The rides are wrapped in canvass
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| There’s a smell of snow in the air
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| They’re taking apart the ferris wheel
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| Like a game of solitaire
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| Love o love I will be home
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| When the trees are bare and brown
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| For without you I’m just a carnival bum
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| Whose fate goes round and round
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| Whose fate goes round and round
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| When Little Maggie lost Big Earle
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| Man, That was about it for her
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| She was MIA in the Day to Day
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| The next 3 years were a blur
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| I left home when Maggie checked out
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| I been a snowbird ever since
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| I work the curcuit in the summertime
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| Come Winter I jump the Fence
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| Love o love I will be home
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| When the trees are bare and brown
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| For without you I’m just a carnival bum
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| Whose fate goes round and round
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| Whose fate goes round and round
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| Darkness comes with the headlights
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| It gives me a little relief
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| I feel a little more like a leaf in the wind
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| And a little bit less like a thief
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| Sometimes I feel I stole life itself
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| Im as lucky as a man can be
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| The carnival is closed for the winter
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| But it dont matter to me
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| Love o love I will be home
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| When the trees are bare and brown
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| For without you I’m just a carnival bum
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| Whose fate goes round and round
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| Whose fate goes round and round |