Nhạc sĩ: Mortimer
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Here we go, round and round the floor
Together in time
Here we sit, it looks like this is it
Whatever, this time
It's making no sense, but we'll stay here till the end
Whatever, this time
They shoot horses, don't they?
They shoot horses, don't they?
They shoot horses, don't they?
Carousel, a crazy wish and well
Whenever you fall
It seems so long, just like a mouthful
The bell of the bowl
It's making no sense, but we'll stay here till the end
Whatever, this time
They shoot horses, don't they?
They shoot horses, don't they?
They shoot horses, don't they?
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