| In fields of glory from town to town
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| Here comes the big top here comes the crowd
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| We love the sounds and we love the smells
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| Entertainment we love so well
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| Yound and old and in between
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| We love the Big Top we love the dream
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| Takes us back to days gone past
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| Lest we forget the spell they cast
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| They ride them bareback they ride them hard
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| Through rings of fire they’re battle scars
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| Don’t take no prisoners on those bars
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| No safety nets no union cards
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| Yound and old and in between
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| We love the Big Top we love the dream
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| Takes us back to days gone past
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| Lest we forget the spell they cast
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| Walk the high wire without a pole
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| Laugh at the clown the forward roll
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| Their muscles ache their muscles pound
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| Don’t sack the juggler if one hits the ground
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| Yound and old and in between
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| We love the Big Top we love the dream
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| Takes us back to days gone past
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| Lest we forget the spell they cast |