| You’ll wait for a miracle
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| So you can turn it inside out
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| You’ll cut the umbilical
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| And float into the lion’s mouth
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| Killer clown
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| Lost inside this hall of mirrors
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| Killer clown
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| It’s the guilt that really kills you now
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| Welcome to the black hole of my heart
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| Where you float
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| Helpless through the black hole of my heart
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| And you float
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| Corroding old carousel
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| Your passengers are all long gone
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| Spinning a lonely tune
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| The only one you’ve ever known
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| Killer clown
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| Screaming at your own reflection
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| Killer clown
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| It’s the guilt that really kills you now
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| Welcome to the black hole of my heart
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| Where you float
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| Helpless through the black hole of my heart
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| And you float
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| You can paint your face
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| But you know you’re going to do it again
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| You can swear you’ve changed
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| But you know you’re going to do it again
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| And again
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| Welcome to the black hole of my heart
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| Where you float
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| Helpless through the black hole of my heart
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| And you float
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| Welcome to the black hole
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| Of my heart
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| Welcome to the black hole
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| Of my heart (of my heart)
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| Where you float
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| Where you float |