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There's a circus in town |
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And in the spotlight tonight |
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I'm gonna fall to the ground |
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Whithout a sound |
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Like a bird in a cage |
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You'll remember my face |
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A sad eyed |
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sad eyed rock'n'roll clown |
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So strike up the band |
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For this tiny man |
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Here I am a rock'n'roll clown |
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Oh look at me my friends |
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Hi-ha-ha-hi-ha-ha |
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Here I am a rock'n'roll clown |
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And here we go again |
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Hi-ha-ha-hi-ha-ha |
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I can play my guitar |
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Like a su-su-superstar |
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Without any strincls |
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Like all the riff-if-if kings |
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I have a fan magazine |
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In my washing machine and my heart never breaks |
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'Cause my nose is a fake |
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Oh in the spotlight tonight |
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I'm gonna fly like a kite |
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Here I am a rock'n'roll clown . . . |
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Black and white isn't always right |
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There's always something between the lines |
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At the end of scene |
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The stage can be such a lonely place |
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When your all be your own |
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To be or not to be |
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That's the question |
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What's the name of the game |
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Am I climbing to fame |
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Or is tiiis just a joke |
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With a joker who's broke |
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When the curtain is down |
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And the circus leaves town |
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There is no on around |
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To see the sad eyed clown |
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But strike up the band |
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For this tiny man |
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Here I am a rock'n'roll clown . . . |
