| Now I, I want out of the circus
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| Since the girl in the blue sparkly dress
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| On one knee, I confessed
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| Put an end to that exchange of glances
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| Now I, I want out of the circus
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| That old gang of dwarves
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| Sometimes, they’re downright feral
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| When they, they’ve been around that old beer barrel
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| The old lion’s teeth
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| Seems like a smile to me
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| With some sweet relief
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| I just stick my head in
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| Now my tale, it’s too ordinary
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| For anyone to care at all
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| Not like the man repeatedly struck by lightning
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| When he bears his scars, we all know
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| When he bears his scars, he’s a star |