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Found out this morning |
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There's a circus coming to town |
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They drive in cadillacs |
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Using walkie-talkies, and the secret service |
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Their big top |
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Imitation of life |
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And all the flags and microphones |
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We have to cover our eyes |
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We play the sideshows |
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And we like the tunnel of love |
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And when we ride the ferris wheel |
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We're little children again |
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And when they're asking for volunteers |
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We'll be the first ones aboard |
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And when the ringmaster calls our names |
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We'll be the first ones to go ... to sleep |
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Stealing all our dreams |
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Dreams for sale |
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They sell 'em back to you |
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On with the show |
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Start the parade |
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We sand along |
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Sweep us away |
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It's political party time |
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Going down, going down |
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And the celebrities all come out |
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Coming down, coming down, coming... |
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The sun is going down |
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And the dogs are starting to howl |
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We stay out after dark |
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Eating cotton candy |
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And the music's playing... |
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How we all laughed! |
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We split our sides |
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The cameras flashed |
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We almost died! |
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The rain's gonna pour on down, falling out of the sky |
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Coming down, coming down |
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And the celebrities all run out, and the rain's |
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Coming down, coming down |
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Gonna rain, |
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Gonna rain, gonna rain |
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Gonna rain, gonna rain, |
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Rain, rain |
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Rain, rain |
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And now i wonder who's boss |
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And who he's leavin' behind? |
