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You always wanted to be* |
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Part of a circus company |
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For the fun and death defying |
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But in time you forgot life is small in the big top |
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And your dreams were slowly dying |
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What you wanted was not a crime |
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You could've done it |
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Now you're always just a little |
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A little in the middle |
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A little in the middle of where you're bound |
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Always just a little in the middle |
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It keeps your head from spinning round |
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Jugglers walk on the wire |
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Lions leap through hoops of fire |
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As the acrobats go flying |
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But what's the show all about |
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When did your north get turned to south |
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And the truth turn to lying |
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What you wanted was not a crime |
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You could've done it but you needed time |
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But it's a hole you're digging |
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A hole you're digging you're doing it despite |
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The so much more you're missing |
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More you're missing to your left and to your right |
