Children with candyfloss and prizes of goldfish.
Young men kill tin ducks in sharp shooter poses.
The laughter of the lovers on the rickety stairs.
The rumble of the diesel and the sounds of the fair.
An old gypsy lady, in soft Spanish whispers
Took my hands in hers and told me their secrets
"Your heart is a fire and his love is an ember
You must forget what you�ll always remember."
Superstitious nonsense, just a fairground attraction
I walked through the neons, in search of distraction
But the tears in my eyes knew the truth in my heart
She'd only confirmed what I knew at the start
Children with candyfloss and prizes of goldfish. Young men kill tin ducks in sharp shooter poses. The laughter of the lovers on the rickety stairs. The rumble of the diesel and the sounds of the fair.
An old gypsy lady, in soft Spanish whispers Took my hands in hers and told me their secrets "Your heart is a fire and his love is an ember You must forget what you�ll always remember."
Superstitious nonsense, just a fairground attraction I walked through the neons, in search of distraction But the tears in my eyes knew the truth in my heart She'd only confirmed what I knew at the start
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