" Promises,
You make your bed and you lay in it,
Or at least I thought that’s what the promise is,
But I find no truth here.

Far away,
Oh, I wish I was far away,
For a night, maybe a couple of days,
Just to get my head straight.

Carousel,
This is the way that the world goes round,
Spinning in... "

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