Sanoja: Finger Eleven. Greyest Of Blue Skies. My Carousel.

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Spotlights are roaming
The show will begin
I had never thought
But don't give my circus away
I hope it ends before you know me
I've lost it completely
My faith is lost again I'd say
I'm tired of this place and I want to go
Riding my carousel
They can never tell
I'm spinning and turning
Always revolving
You should have seen it
Where were you?
I needed a stage
To walk all over you
That's better
I'm throwing my three ring away
And I can hear you say
I'm tired of this place
I'm tired of this place and then I think of
Riding my carousel
They can never tell
Close all of the doors
Lock me away
I'm happy I'm here
So let me stay