I'm the kid who ran away with the circus
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Now I'm watering elephants
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But I sometimes lie awake in the sawdust
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Dreaming I'm in a suit of light
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Late at night in the empty big top
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I'm all alone on the high wire
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Look he's working without a net this time
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He's a real death defier
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I'm the kid who always looked out the window
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Failing tests in geography
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But I've seen things far beyond just the schoolyard
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Distant shores of exotic lands
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There're the spires of the Turkish Empire
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Six months since we made landfall
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Riding low with the spice of India
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Through Gibraltar, we're rich men all
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I'm the kid who thought we'd someday be lovers
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Always held out that time would tell
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Time was talking
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I guess I just wasn't listening
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No surprise, if you know me well
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And as we're walking toward the train station
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There's a whispering rainfall
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Across the boulevard, you slip your hand in mine
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in the distance the train calls
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I'm the kid who has this habit of dreaming
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Sometimes gets me in trouble too
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But the truth is
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I could no more stop dreaming
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Than I could make them all come true
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Than I could make them all come true
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THE KID
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| Peter, Paul & Mary |
