| strike the tent
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| unpop the paintbox
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| and pack the carriages
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| with the flesh freaks of fear
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| at the beach
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| we left them shell shocked
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| lining up the avenue
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| in view of next year
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| high steppin'
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| like a brigade
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| down the block
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| don’t be shocked
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| to hear somebody say «wake up doomsday»
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| it’s time to join the big parade
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| come and march in time with the band
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| playing loud fighting crowds
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| to see the matinee (it's tailor made)
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| because it’s gonna be a brighter day
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| for the seeker of thrills
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| behind the ferris wheels
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| there’s a man with one foot in the
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| grave and one foot on a
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| banana peel
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| he’s an actor of sorts
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| who sold himself too short
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| so now he travels door to door
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| performing 'death of a salesman'
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| oh my country tears of thee
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| how the circus makes the world
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| safe for anarchy
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| in a cage with an uneasy chair
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| atop a merry go round
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| he wears that clown crown
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| can’t you see that you can
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| come as you are
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| as you were
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| if you prefer you can change
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| (yes it can be arranged)
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| when you come and join the big parade
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| but you can leave your bagage
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| at home don’t you pack
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| don’t look back
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| then you can truly say
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| 'goodbye highway'
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| that what then and this is nowadays
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| come on you big shot and enjoy
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| the rain
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| take a class in pumping blood into
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| those weathered veins
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| and i bet you’d still come out as
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| a teacher’s pet
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| (ice cream and you cause it come to
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| being watertight scream but you’ll
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| wrote that book you own the
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| copyright and clown costume
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| always be a plumber,
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| i saw it hanging in the closet of
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| your elbow room with a pipe dream)
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| if you’ve had it up to here with
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| what’s real
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| i’m here to tell you that it’s no big deal
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| because it’s not too late
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| if you hurry up you can
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| come on and join the big charade
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| line up shut up clean up and shave
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| cause right behind you in the back
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| of the fray
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| is a blade he’s a renegade
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| turning bullshit into marmalade
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| don’t you know there’s gonna be
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| a heavy price to pay
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| for pushing all these clouds away
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| it’s bound to be a brighter day
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| it can’t help but be a brighter day |