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Life in the circus it ain't easy |
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but the people on the outside don't know |
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the tent goes up and the tent comes down |
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and all that they see is the show |
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and the ladies on the horses look so pretty |
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and the lions are lookin real mad |
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and some of the clowns are happy |
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and some of the clowns are sad |
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But underneath |
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there's an expression |
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that the makeup is not making |
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life under the big top |
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it's about freedom |
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it's about faking |
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there's an art to the laughter |
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there's a science |
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you need a lot of love |
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and compliance |
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Welcome to the freakshow |
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here we go... |
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We live to hear the slack-jawed gasping |
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we live under a halo of held breath |
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and when the children raise up a giant shield |
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of laughter, it's like they're fending off death |
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and we can make somethig bigger |
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then anyone of us alone |
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and then the clowns will take off their makeup |
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and the people will go home |
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But life on the outside ain't easy |
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no sequins, no elephants, |
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no parading around |
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yeah, the tent goes up |
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and the tent comes down |
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and they're stuck in this fucking town |
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You need a lot of love and compliance |
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Welcome to the freakshow |
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here we go |
