White Lies - Farewell To The Fairground π΅π΅π΅πΉπΈπΆπΆπΆ
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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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We'll head south, just hold
my hand now
I feel like I'm casting off
my clothes
And I'm running through the
snow towards the sunset
And I'm always with you