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You stood beside a burning bush |
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And let the trumpetmen catch fire |
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You squeezed a flood out of a stone |
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And all the people drank it dry |
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So all the ships returned to land |
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The birds could swim |
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The fish could fly |
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The angels couldn't understand |
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How everyone could get it right |
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Circus composer, you let us get closer |
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You stood below a tangerine |
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And let the fruit roll melt away |
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And all the world was you |
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And we thought it were better anyway |
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Circus composer, could you write this all down? |
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You let us get closer, |
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You let us be found |
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Circus composer, could you make me a star? |
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If I tied myself to the wrecking ball |
