I turned around to see the clown
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He made no sound, his face was down
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He was crying, dying to laugh another smile
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Down the empty avenues
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I stood inside his worn-out shoes
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I was flying, trying just to come down
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The circus crowd, cruel and proud
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Existing in the wilderness
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Minding their own business, of dying
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I turned around and they were gone
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I pulled my useless pity on
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It was morning, morning so pure and undefiled
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Inside my room a healing sea
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Nothing here makes sense to me
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There's no warning, wanting just to come down
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At great expense, ladies and gents
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We bring you the greatest show
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You can take it with you when you go, lying
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Pretty ugly, pretty sad, pretty helpless, pretty glad
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Pretty angry, pretty mad, pretty ugly, pretty sad
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So now I wander through the days
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I wonder who designed this maze
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If it's unending, sending out some kind of sign
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I turned around to see the clown
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I should have pulled the mirror down
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Now I'm pretending, extending my local in this town
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Ladies and gents, at great expense
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We bring you the greatest show
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Take it with you when you go, lying
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Pretty ugly, pretty sad, pretty helpless, pretty bad
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Pretty angry, pretty mad, pretty ugly, pretty sad
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Pretty Ugly, Pretty Sad
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Steve Kilbey |