Tomorrow I will stretch out
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Like an acrobat
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And make my way to
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What's there
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I will get dressed
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Again, in spite of all
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With a laziness
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Of a circus
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Before or after the performance
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As I'm walking down the many stairs
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Remembering my stunts all over
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Remembering I'm sick and like to die
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I will be
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The only not mad woman in the park
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I will be
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What's left of longing on this earth
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It took two weeks to lead up to this agony
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The time without you is so slow
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And thirty years to spot the enemy
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I was not prepared to let you go
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I will be
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The only not mad woman in the park
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I will be
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What's left of longing on this earth
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Circus
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Stina Nordenstam |