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Sitting On a Carousel Ride
Without Any Music Or Lights
Everything Was Closed At Coney Island
And I Could Not Help From Smiling
I Can Hear the Atlantic Echo Back
Rollercoaster Screams From Summers Past
Everything Was Closed At Coney Island
And I Could Not Help From Smiling
Brooklyn Will Fill the Beach, Eventually
And Everyone Will Go, Except Me
