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Outgrown the big top |
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But still shadowed by a doubt |
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Acrobats deceive, deceive me |
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No safety net to help you out |
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Selfconscious discipline |
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Unconscious disciple in bewildered religion |
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All the things you've said and done |
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Hope the art remains unharmed |
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Drifting away your child your lover |
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The thing you loved has poisoned you |
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Bitter talk that reeks of almond |
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Do pictures in a gallery scorn the painter? |
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Does a book destroy the writer? |
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In a field of inspiration |
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I see clowns approaching me |
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I look the other way to find a smile to cling to |
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Trying to justify, simplify and rectify the end |
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What ambitious man would sit back and onlook |
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While his dream goes sailing by |
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In the icy cold night he'll cry |
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With the kids tucked up and slippers dry |
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I remember that circus so well |