| A primadonna with a premonition feels like he’s preachin' to the choir
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| A superstar filled with superstition can’t pull himself out of the mire
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| All you ever dreamed of is finally in your reach but careful what you wish for
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| If you don’t practice what you preach
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| The circus came to town, I guess it must have stayed
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| It’s like an endless parade
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| All these people you can see through like ghosts, maybe you’ve seen too much
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| Nothing’s real, nothing you can feel, no one you can touch
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| Strangers stare in silence, they think they know your mind
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| No place to jump off, that’s the way the game’s designed
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| Another new day dawns, another sunset fades
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| It’s like an endless parade
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| Music, music and more music imploding inside your brain
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| The life that you have chosen did it finally drive you insane
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| Psychophantic tirades fill your head with ammunition
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| Sights set on your enemies but you keep losing your position
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| Reluctantly you face the day try to get your gameface on
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| What used to be a fantasy has now become a marathon
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| Every heart you ever broke, all the people you’ve betrayed
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| Another new day dawns
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| Another sunset fades
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| Yeh, the circus came to town, I guess it must have stayed
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| It’s like an endless parade |