Bitten nails, handfuls of hair
Head in her hands, sat on the stairs
Bitter tears locked up inside
Fighting her heart, fighting her mind
It's merry go round
You can never get off
It's merry go round
It will never stop
What is she wife, keeper or friend?
She has no more give or lend
And someone said, what is full of care
We have no time to stand and stare
It's merry go round
You can never get off
It's merry go round
It will never stop
She has to break away
She wants to leave
Now she has made her own bed
But she can't sleep
It's merry go round
You can never get off
It's merry go round
It will never stop

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