white lies

The light still in our eyes
We're leaving this old fairground behind
It's a dream that's growing cold
The circus never dies
The act forever haunts these skies
I know we cannot stay

Farewell to the fairground
These rides aren't working anymore
Goodbye to this dead town
Until the ice begins to thaw

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