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all dressed up, i'm going to the circus dance |
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don't wait up, ain't gonna be coming back |
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all dressed up on the way to the circus square |
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the first day of the rest of my life out there |
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you'd be better off pealing your skin till |
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bone's exposed, better off digging |
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deep inside your eye and welcome infection |
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you'd be better off rubbing in... |
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i've come down to dig in the circus bliss |
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i'm left picking up pieces of what i missed |
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i stand still in the void of the circus theft |
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i see it in the eyes of the waste that's left |
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you'd be better off pealing your skin till |
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bone's exposed, better off digging |
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deep inside you eye and welcome infection |
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you'd be better off rubbing |
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salt in your eye on your bone on your open |
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soul you'll bear and no one will care, just |
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left alone, we're always alone in the |
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search for more crumbs in the dark |
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You would've said I should go again |
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Picture the fame, it will lead you through the wreck and pull you in |
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Who would of known it would be this way |
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Picture the frail, picture all of those who stand and stare today |
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Stop trying to figure it out |
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Who could connect the dots? |
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No one can plan this out |
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You would've known by now |
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Tweak what deludes you out |
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Filter the pose aside |
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It sure's been a wild ride |
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Stop trying to figure it out |
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And as far as I know |
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No one could plan this out |
