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Briel
Union Maid:
120. 2004-05-09 (310 kb) 1:17
122. 2004-05-11 (525 kb) 2:10
127. 2004-05-16 (883 kb) 3:26
139. 2004-05-28 (513 kb) 3:25
148. 2004-06-08 (2772 kb) 2:56
There's a moth at the carnival
You don't have follow the sun
There's a walkin', talkin', postin' doll
She grabs his wallet and his six piece gun
Sportin' trends of all your friends
Been dodgin' the books with the looks you read
Long long, now it's an elephant's song
Afraid of the chain of shrunken heads
Now the prizes are for everyone
Come one and come all
Yeah the prizes are for everyone
Just pick up a ball
Prophet Poet
A prophet poet
The cats are dangling the bag
Down on Canary Road there's a Geisha girl
She's a fantasy caught in a gag
Now the prizes are for everyone
You should pick up a ball
Yes the prizes are for everyone
Come one and come all
And you'll feel more like the real you
More or less in spite
Yes you'll feel more like the real you
More life like
There's a top to the carnival
There's a bottom to the scariest clown
You can look to see but you'll have to stand
Cuz the kids they won't sit down
SIT DOWN
The prizes are for everyone
Come one and come all
Yes the prizes are for everyone
You just pick up a ball
And you'll feel more like the real you
More or less in spite
Yeah you'll feel more like the real you
More life like
Yeah you'll feel more like the real you
More or less in spite
Yeah you'll feel more like the real you
More life like
More life like