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Tomorrow I will stretch out |
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Like an acrobat |
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And make my way to |
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What's there |
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I will get dressed |
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Again, in spite of all |
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With a laziness |
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Of a circus |
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Before or after the performance |
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As I'm walking down the many stairs |
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Remembering my stunts all over |
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Remembering |
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I'm sick and like to die |
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I will be |
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The only not mad woman in the park |
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I will be |
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What's left of longing on this earth |
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It took two weeks to lead up to this agony |
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The time without you is so slow |
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And thirty years to spot the enemy |
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I was not prepared to let you go |
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I will be |
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The only not mad woman in the park |
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I will be |
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What's left of longing on this earth |
