| I waved to the man with the golden baton
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| And I waved through the rain falling down;
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| And I waved till the last of the music was gone
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| The day that the circus left town
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| My heart still recalls when it seems to my mind
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| That my heart only knows how to frown
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| How my heart almost broke when they left me behind
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| The day that the circus left town
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| I asked for a job doing anything
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| Feed the elephants, carry water, anything!
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| But the man said they didn’t have anything
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| And turned me away, turned me away!
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| And away went the lions and the tigers so wild
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| And away went my beautiful clown;
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| And away went my very last day as a child
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| The day that the circus left town
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| I asked for a job doing anything
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| Feed the elephants, carry water, anything!
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| But the man said they didn’t have anything
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| And turned me away, turned me away!
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| And away went the lions and the tigers so wild
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| And away went my beautiful clown;
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| And away went my very last day as a child
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| The day that the circus left town |