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hundreds of lions roaring at their cage |
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she and I go dancing by in sequins, unscathed |
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you must believe us if we act like we're in love |
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we're professional acrobats and we like it dangerous |
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but in the moment before I hit that pool, I wonder |
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am I doing the fooling, or am I the fool? |
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there's a risk |
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there's a twist |
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in anything worth doing |
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if you're caught |
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doing what's proper |
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you better stop before you ruin it |
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she and I were circus lovers, cannonball, somersault, split |
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we were made to smile in sawdust and mean every word of it |
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nothing turned us on more than to turn every eye |
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dah dah dah dah dub dub dah, dah dub dub dah dah dah dah |
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but in the moment before the curtain dropped, I wondered |
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why am I always the bottom, and never the top? |
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there's a risk |
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there's a twist |
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in anything worth doing |
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if you're caught |
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doing what's proper |
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you better stop before you ruin it |
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hundreds of lions sleeping silent in their cage |
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striped canvas folds, bright satin fades |
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wild animals have to roam free and far |
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despite the occasional tie-up, she was never one for bars |
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but in our tattoo-ed bodies we'll keep a part |
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of the freak show our mothers warned us about |
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there's a risk |
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there's a twist |
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in anything worth doing |
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and if you're caught |
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doing what's proper |
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you better stop before you ruin it |
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So I regret |
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oh I fret |
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that I could never tell you the truth |
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but we live |
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with what we're given |
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oh! and I will always believe |
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in love |
