Sitting on a carousel ride without any music or light.
Everything was closed at coney island, and I could not help from smiling.
I can hear the atlantic echo back roller coaster screams from summers past.
And everything was closed at coney island, and I could not help from smiling.
Brooklyn will fill in the beach eventually and everyone will go except me.
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