| Tightrope in a big top
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| I’m still, but I can’t stop
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| Can’t see a net, what if I fall?
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| Without a net, where do I fall?
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| High ride in the spot light
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| Can’t fly, afraid of heights
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| Can’t see the end, what if I choke?
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| There is no end, I’m gonna choke
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| There’s no way out of this circus
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| We paint on smiles so they can’t hurt us
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| Cage with the lions now
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| Begging for silence now
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| Tryna escape
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| There is no way out of this circus
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| Begging for silence now
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| Tryna escape
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| There is no way out of this circus
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| Trapeze has me in the air
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| No safety if this fabric tears
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| If I lose grip, where do I fall
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| Gonna lose grip, nowhere to fall
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| I’m chasing red lights
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| Toying with those coloured lights
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| If I can’t run, where do I go
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| I cannot run, where do I go
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| There’s no way out of this circus
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| We paint on smiles, so they can’t hurt us
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| Cage with the lions now
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| Begging for silence now
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| Tryna escape
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| There is no way out of this circus
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| Begging for silence now
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| There is no way out of this circus
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| We paint on smiles, so they can’t hurt us
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| Cage with the lions now
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| Begging for silence now
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| Tryna escape
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| There is no way out of this circus |