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They have killed the great sun jester |
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Who danced between the stars |
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They have stripped him of his manhood |
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Signs of venus and of mars |
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The cynics left him weeping |
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And the jackals left him torn |
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And the jester reaches out bind hands |
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He can touch the stars no more. |
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Chorus: |
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And he took the stars in his hands |
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And as he scattered them he'd shout |
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"i'm the joker of the universe |
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I'm what it's all about." |
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Now he's dying in his grief |
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And the hard men dragged him down |
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They have killed the wild-eyed jester |
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They have killed the fireclown |
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Now his blind eyes seek the starlight |
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And his fingers seek controls |
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To take him into space again |
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Where he was both young and old |
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The dancers stiff with pain |
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And they've made him kneel too long |
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And the madness they have driven out |
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They've left him cold and sane. |
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Chorus |
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He'll never - sing his songs - again.... |
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He'll never dance between the stars - again.... |
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He'll never laught - again.... |
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No he'll never ever laugh again.... |
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Oh, no.... |
