The Circus Lyrics
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THE GIRL:
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I remember a jet slowly scraping
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Low and heavy across a sky of slate
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I remember the angle of your elbow
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As it doubled back
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In the crack of fists across a face
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I remember the suck of boots in mud
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Guttural, sexual, in those clandestine woods
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THE KILLER:
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Down at the river's edge
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Below the concrete bed
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The smell of lilac in your hair
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Where the stinging nettles grow
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And the lonely rushes blow
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I left you in a culvert there
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Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
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Buildings and dreams dissolve into rust
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Now all the flowers are turning brown
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Cause the circus is coming to town
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Cause the circus is coming to town
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THE GIRL:
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I remember dying to cry out
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But throat-stuck with briars and stones
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As your ruddy lips grew much ruddier
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THE KILLER:
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Step you lightly now
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We must keep our voices down
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The dogs of remorse
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Follow close on the wind
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Take your face off, don't be shy
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They can't hunt you with their eyes
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But surely they know the scent of sin
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Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
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Buildings and dreams dissolve into rust
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Now all the flowers are turning brown
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Cause the circus is coming to town
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Cause the circus is coming to town
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THE GIRL:
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I remember falling, falling back
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Into that tangled bed: a mesh of twigs
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Deflowered like a virgin bride
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In the ground swell of spring
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Underneath that deciduous canopy
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Propped up with jagged scaffolding
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Is that a train or thunder coming?
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Is that a train or thunder?
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The Circus
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