I have a song stuck in my head
it goes round and round
like a carousel horse.
A pretty pink pony
with dead, lifeless eyes
riding the music
inside of my mind.
I have a song, stuck in my head
it goes round and round
like a carousel horse.
It goes up and down
as the carousel turns
its dead lifeless eyes
blind to delight.
I have a song, stuck in my head
it goes round and round
like a carousel horse.
Its pretty pink hide
is starting to crack
as it rises and falls
moving forwards and back.
I have a song, stuck in my head
it goes round and round
like a carousel horse.
A pretty pink pony,
breaking apart,
filling the air with
glitter and death.
I had a song, stuck in my head
it went round and round
like a carousel horse.
Now the pretty pink pony
with dead lifeless eyes
lies shattered and still,
the music is gone.
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