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Before you drop the final curtain |
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Before the big tower crashes down |
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Before you pack away my trunk case |
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I'd like to take a final bounce |
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One last chance to hear the laughter |
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And see your face there in the crowd |
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One last moment in the spotlight |
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One last chance to be your clown |
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I guess you're tired of walking tightropes |
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Hope setting up band tearing down |
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You want a place to call forever |
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And rest your feet on solid ground |
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Somewhere you've lost that sense of wonder |
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But that's still the place |
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I'm bound |
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I'm a storm man searchin' thunder |
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I'm just a circus leaving town |
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Once we could fill the room with laughter |
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And fill each other's hearts with joy |
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Through each trial and disaster |
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Still we cling to our choice |
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To take a path of one for giving |
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A road that waits for no one |
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You know we chose to keep on living |
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Lord, tell me where did we go wrong |
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I guess you're tired of walking tightropes |
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Hope setting up band tearing down |
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You want a place to call forever |
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And rest your feet on solid ground |
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Don't try to break this spell on monder |
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Oh stop these wheels from spinning around |
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I'm a storm man searchin' thunder |
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Yes I'm just a circus leaving town |
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Some day you'll wake up a wonder |
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And your heart will start to pound |
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And you'll long for the fonder |
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And the kiss is of the clown |