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Acrobatic women dancing |
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Dressed up horses, hands clapping |
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Violins with beating big drums |
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Through comic curtains he runs |
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People laugh at his painted face |
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His cartwheels leave people amazed |
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Walking with the other clowns he paints his skin to face the day |
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No one knows just what they're thinking, smiles and frowns crumble away |
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There are two sides to a painted face |
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One side's real and one side's fake |
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One cup to spill and one cup to taste |
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One life to live and one life to waste |
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One jump to fall and one saving grace |
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One's a brick wall and one's the road paved |
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Fire breather, tarot reader |
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Lion and maestro pack up and drive |
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Over hills with icy peaks |
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The painted boy was left behind |
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Far behind is the painted face |
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But one side leaves and one side waits |
