| Look at the world I have conquered
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| I’ve won every spin of the wheel
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| I get everything I go after
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| They ask me how does it feel
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| I tell them that I’d trade the moon
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| For a string with an orange balloon
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| And the days when my only dream
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| Was a dish of vanilla ice cream
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| Give me one more chance at the midway
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| Let me laugh and be gay as a clown
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| Give me back the world I remember
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| One more ride on the merry go round
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| I do my shopping in Paris
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| My clothes are Cardin and Dior
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| There’s money to buy friends and lovers
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| Well, isn’t that what it’s for?
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| But when I go to my bedroom
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| And stare at my hand-painted sky
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| I think of a world far behind me
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| A world that my money can’t buy
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| Give me one more chance at the midway
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| Let me dance with my feet off the ground
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| Give me back the world I remember
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| One more ride on the merry go round
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| Now that I stare at the future
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| I feel so close to the past
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| I’m so afraid of tomorrow
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| Wondering which one is the last
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| Here in the cold of December
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| I cling to a fragment of May
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| I’d trade you the world I have conquered
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| For a moment of one yesterday
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| Give me one more chance at the midway
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| Stop the clock from spinning around
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| Give me back the world I remember
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| One more ride on the merry go round
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| La la la la la la la la la
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| La la la la la la la la la
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| Give me back the world I remember
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| One more ride on the merry go round |