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life in the circus ain't easy |
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but the folks 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 laides on the horses look so pretty |
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and the lions are looking 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 another expression |
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that the makeup isn't 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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and there's 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 of death |
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oh and we can make something bigger |
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than any of us alone |
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and then the clowns will take of 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 circus comes |
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and the circus goes |
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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... |
