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If you leave would
you take hold of this cancer that's in me
I won't need it anymore - I think you know what I mean This tiny spot inside my heart that was meant to house a star has grown cold I've seen it happen a million times before - just never to me I guess some things are just the way they are Carousels should
run straight ahead and never have to stop
I'll surely run around
when my head is gone
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