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It is time to go, march us prisoners off |
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I accept the agony applause |
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Brave as I am |
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An insane dance at the brink of death |
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In your circus of the obscene |
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Far away from my home, caged behind rusty bars |
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Beaten and mortified your shouting and cheering |
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Would forever fall silent |
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You would be ashamed of clapping your hands |
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I accept the agony applause |
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Brave as I am |
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An insane dance at the brink of death |
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In your circus of the obscene |
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Dear spectators I'm coming from the boondocks |
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To your wilderness of mirrors |
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Pretending to be dangerous and unpredictable |
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But look into my eyes |
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And all you will see |
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Is frustration and fear |
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Disappointment about man |
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Creation's crowning glory |
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But now it's time to go once again |
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March us prisoners off, rush to the trucks |
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Cause the next town is waiting for our show |
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Let our agony and torment entertain you |
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I accept the agony applause |
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Brave as I am |
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An insane dance at the brink of death |
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In your circus of the obscene |
