| The one-legged ballerina threw the crowd into a rapture
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| Her pirouttes made people talk about it ever after
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| The painter and his guide dog make their millions by deception
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| Their audience is mute, you know belief allows no questions
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| Once every year
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| It s easy to hear
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| The fair is in town
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| And the crowd will come down
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| It s all right just as long as emptiness hides behind slogans
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| While afterwards the promises they don t even seem broken
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| No arguments make blind men see, it s more than their retina
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| But I don t really care — let them adore their ballerina
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| Fairs dare to show attractions so crazy
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| Cheers after bows like cheers when you re hazy
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| Have a good time and see others smile
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| Be heedless of mime, just happy for some time |