| Father cried that hot summer day
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| Playing the accordion
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| Always making the crowds weep
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| Grandfather stumbles as he passes the hat around
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| Collecting the coins from each and every one
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| Enjoy the sound of a broken heart
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| When the arrow flies
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| «Splits» the apple of your eyes
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| Watch the strong man turn aside and flinch
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| Not knowing that outside the camp
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| Something wicked on its way
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| Like a line of blood
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| In the palm reader’s hand
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| There’s no escape from a sideshow fate
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| No escape from a sideshow fate
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| There’s no escape from a sideshow fate
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| Enjoy the taste of a broken rule
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| There’s no escape from a sideshow life
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| Card tricks with passports
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| And the deck stacked against us
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| No one sees the mermaid crying in her tank
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| Behold the circus in the capitol
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| Perform their pickpocket spectacle
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| Sentenced to a tightrope life
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| We don’t know the net’s been sold
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| Under the spell of a gypsy’s curse
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| Under the spell of a gypsy’s curse
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| Under the spell of a gypsy’s curse
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| Under the spell of a gypsy’s curse |