Tied her brown leather laces,
See their worn out faces,
Eyes, green weary and pitiful.
Earth dull and cloudy,
Children playing horse and rowdy,
Nothing there to see of the carnival.
Her mind is sweet,
Broken souls, torn feet,
false words are spoken in the breeze,
Everyone's smile is a frown,
Yet she can't seem to turn them around,
She can't seem to turn them around,
Keep your head up carnival the girl.
On her head to recall,
May be a concrete world after all,
Thoughts damp and left outside to dry.
Music died long ago,
Notes piled row after row,
Can't get the tune right, but why not try.
Her mind is sweet,
Broken souls, torn feet,
false words are spoken in the breeze,
Everyone's smile is a frown,
Yet she can't seem to turn them around,
She can't seem to turn them around,
Keep your head up carnival the girl.
Keep your head up,
Keep your head up,
Keep your head up,
Carnival the girl.
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