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A two-man carnival show
just rolled into town
Lord, Lord, I love a circus
Can't wait to ride
on their merry-go-round
and around and around they spin
the music they've played
and the places they've been

Lights turned on
Here comes a song
from the puppets on the stage
Marionettes play their own strings

My! Aren't they marvelous toys
to be looked at
They sing of the times
they were searching for home
We come to the show and dreams
of the places they seem to know
We come to the show
and curse our wishing star
And all their songs say
"The grass is greenest where you are"

Sally looks down at the painted ladies
from her third story walk-up window
gauging in colors
the lovers they've had
and wondering if they've been to Paris
or anywhere other than home

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