Lyrics

It’s only me, the tattooed girls, and the freaks
Standing here lost at sea
Old ideas and paper bones, is all we are
All we’ll ever be?

The skies as grey as an old man's hat left behind
On an empty bench
The crowds are gone and we’re all alone
Tell me now does anything here make sense?

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I’m not sure exactly how I feel
I’m not sure exactly how I feel
I’m not sure exactly how I feel
Your happiness hardly seems real
Wonder wheel
Wonder wheel
Wonder wheel
Wonder wheel

Perched above this world with its insistent tides
That wash ashore are skeletons of old boardwalk rides
And feelings that haven’t died

The day belongs to unfinished songs I should’ve sung
And dreams I should’ve dreamed
Lost and found or left behind, either way
We come to be redeemed

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