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The one-legged ballerina threw the crowd into a rapture |
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Her pirouttes made people talk about it ever after |
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The painter and his guide dog make their millions by deception |
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Their audience is mute, you know belief allows no questions |
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Once every year |
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It's easy to hear |
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The fair is in town |
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And the crowd will come down |
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It's all right just as long as emptiness hides behind slogans |
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While afterwards the promises they don't even seem broken |
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No arguments make blind men see, it's more than their retina |
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But I don't really care - let them adore their ballerina |
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Fairs dare to show attractions so crazy |
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Cheers after bows like cheers when you're hazy |
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Have a good time and see others smile |
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Be heedless of mime, just happy for some time |
