behind every door there's a question
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and just around the corner
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there's a hole in the ground
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that someone forgot to fix
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but i'm still alive
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still alive, still trying to sell my soul
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for a ticket to the moon and the stars
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once in a while i have a life
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but somehow i always seem to mistake it for garbage
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and throw it away
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i must have messed up a million times or more
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i guess nothing is so good
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that you can't make it worse
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nothing is so great
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that you can't mess it up
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nothing is so perfect
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that you can't turn it down
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it's always the same:
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when the wind of wealth, love and fortune
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is blowing my way
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when my piece of reality
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is becoming a butterfly
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that's when the circus arrives
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circus
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i always act the clown
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circus
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always on the way down
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circus
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i drive myself insane
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circus
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why do i play this game
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when i've turned water into wine
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just when i've reached the shore
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to the river of a splendid future
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that's when the circus arrives
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circus
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i always act the clown
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circus
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always on the way down
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when life feels great
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that's when the circus comes to town
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i've taught myself to die without a sound
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to live without a reason
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to smile without locking
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i have no interest in this world
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the universe inside my head
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is bigger and better and nicer to me
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in the streets i dream
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you can walk around naked and drunk
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all the time
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at the end of the day the sun goes up
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just because it wants to, and we dance
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like water and children above the fire
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it's beautiful
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not at all like the real world
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that claim exist
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where living is like walking barefoot
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over broken glasses
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with a baby dinosaur on each shoulder
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where the only purpose in life
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is to grow older
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that's not it, love is it
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love is the tallest flower in your garden
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love is a helmet and there's a war out there
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burning flesh everywhere
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unsecure elements of fear
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lethal hunger for peace and tranquillity
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question: how come you can't accept
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the fat sweaty person on the seat next to you
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on the concord to paradise
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your world is too small
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you are too blind
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your brain is too fat, that's why
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nothing is so good
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that you can't make it worse
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nothing is so great
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that you can't mess it up
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nothing is so perfect
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that you can't turn it down
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nothing is so good
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nothing is
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nothing
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