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People stare and then they walk away |
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But there's always a few who'll stay |
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From the state |
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I watch 'em close their eyes |
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Like a little kid trying to hide |
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Like they're somewhere ain't supposed to be |
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Watching something they ain't supposed to see |
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Giving in to the undertow |
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In the dark at the sideshow |
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I'm the singer at the sideshow |
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It's a place that orphans go |
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Far away from the bright lights |
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Hard to find on a dark night |
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Another truly troubled troubadour |
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Writing songs to even up the score |
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A tune for every single body flow |
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And I sing 'em at the sideshow |
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Who likes to think about their pain |
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Most people would avoid the rain |
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A sunny song will help you make it through |
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But constant whistling is hard to do |
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Too many songs about happiness |
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Leave me sad, lonely, and depressed |
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A million miles from the radio |
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You can find me at the side show |
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I make my living at the sideshow |
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It's a place that orphans go |
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Far away from the bright lights |
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Hard to find on a dark night |
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Another truly troubled troubadour |
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Writing songs to even up the score |
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A tune for every single body blow |
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And I sing 'em at the side show |
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I make a living at the sideshow |
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It's a place that the wounded go |
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Far away from the |
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Bright lights |
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Hard to find on a dark night |
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YOU CAN FI |
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ND USAnother truly troubled troubadour |
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AT THE SID |
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ESHOWWriting songs to even up the score |
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YEA, MEA tune for every single body blow |
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AND THE BU |
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FFALOAnd I sing 'em at the sideshow |
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YOU CAN FI |
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ND USBack in the corner where the sad songs flow |
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AT THE SID |
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ESHOW |
