Carousel

Every morning in April I wake up and stare at the ceiling alone

The radio's playing the songs that remind me of you, and I'm dreaming of home

They're all for the lonely - well that's me and I'm only the things that I wanted to be

But this girl from the city life has taken hold of me

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On a carousel ride in the late afternoon

That spins me in circles when I'm dreaming of you

The telephone lines reflect in your eyes

All the boys you left broken behind

So it's me, without you

And I could never begin to come through

So come back home

To the West End with me

You come out on Fridays and tell me you can see yourself reflected in the rain

When you're walking over porcelain and running for hours again

And I wish I could show you the things that I know would change all your opinions of me

But you won't come when I call. And I wish I could be

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You woke up that morning and told me that you never realised you could be

Anything you wanted to - so come around and fall into me

But what's the point you were making? Heaven isn't everything its made out to be?

But you won't come when I am falling down, so why won't you be...

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