High on a wire
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Poised for an imminent fall
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Clowns always smile
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Greasepaint and lust in their pores
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Start to sway and I hold your hand
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Fall, the smile surrounds his head
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Hot ashes, clay
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Hot ashes fade
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To lean, to err, too far along for me
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To wait around, to smile is to accept
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In center ring
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Rolling in sawdust and hay
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Covered in paint
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Damn everything but the circus
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Damn the men and the women who stare
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At the freaks in the cages and snares
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Hot ashes, clay
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Hot ashes fade
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To win, to err, to fall too far for safety
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To lean, to wait a while is too easy
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To lean towards, to fall too far for me
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To wait a while around is too easy
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To lean too long, to fall too far for safety
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To seem to smile, to lie is to accept
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Scenes From A Vinyl Recliner
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Toad The Wet Sprocket |