| Hold your breath as you cross this bridge
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| You feel a shiver when it’s storms like this
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| Try not to focus on what’s underneath
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| You feel the wood crack beneath your feet
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| It’s getting better but it seems so wrong
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| It’s not me, no, it’s not me
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| Inside the circus there’s a thousand eyes
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| And they’re staring down on me
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| Days, they come like this and pass
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| Like a slideshow or a cabaret
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| Try to scream through your broken lungs
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| And tell your story with a twisted tongue
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| But you don’t wanna see the world like I do
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| Obsessed, possessed, and out of tune
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| 'Cause I don’t really think it’s worth it, you’ll see
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| Covered up in sawdust, it makes it harder to breathe
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| It’s getting better but it seems so wrong
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| It’s not me, no, it’s not me
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| Inside the circus there’s a thousand eyes
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| And they’re staring down on me
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| I’ll cut 'em up all for you, I’ll be damned
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| If it’s all pretty and good out there
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| And I swear that I’m a sucker for the ugly things
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| You’re keeping in your closet, girl
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| It’s getting better but it seems so wrong
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| It’s not me, no, it’s not me
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| Inside the circus there’s a thousand eyes
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| And they’re staring down on me
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| It’s getting better but it seems so wrong
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| It’s not me, no, it’s not me
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| And every time I open up this box
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| It keeps staring back at me |