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Over the mountains, and under the sky |
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Riding dirty gray horses, go you and I |
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Mating with chance, copulating with mirth |
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The sad-glad paymasters (for what it's worth) |
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The ice-cream castles are refrigerated; |
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The super-marketeers are on parade |
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There's a golden handshake hanging round your neck |
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As you light your cigarette on the burning deck |
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And you balance your world on the tip of your nose |
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Like a Sealion with a ball, at the carnival |
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You wear a shiny skin and a funny hat |
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The Almighty Animal Trainer lets it go at that |
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You bark ever-so-slightly at the Trainer's gun |
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With you whiskers melting in the noon-day sun |
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You flip and you flop under the Big White Top |
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Where the long-legged ring-mistress starts and stops |
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But you know, after all, the act is wearing thin |
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As the crowd grows uneasy and the boos begin |
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But you balance your world on the tip of your nose |
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You're a Sealion with a ball at the carnival |
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Just a trace of pride upon our fixed grins |
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For there is no business like the show we're in |
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There is no reason, no rhyme, no right |
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To leave the circus 'til we've said good-night |
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The same performance, in the same old way; |
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It's the same old story to this Passion Play |
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So we'll shoot the moon, and hope to call the tune |
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And make no pin cushion of this big balloon |
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Look how we balance the world on the tips of our noses |
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Like Sealions with a ball at the carnival |
