| I’ve heard enough, you’re losing your mind
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| You’re speaking in riddles and the riddles don’t rhyme
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| You want flying children up there on the stage
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| Dogs wearing aprons and boys who don’t age
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| You say I will adore it but I’m paying for it
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| A little more reality and less of this insanity!
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| How am I gonna to face it
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| Such a disgrace yet here we go again and again and again
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| You are living on a merry go round and round you seem to go and I’ll never
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| understand why
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| You want people floating weightlessly
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| Ceilings where the floors should be
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| These are now the things
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| You will find in the circus of your mind
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| I’ve resigned myself to spend all my life
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| To be all the things one expects from a wife
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| Your imagination is where you reside
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| Though my invitation has never arrived
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| Darling, though you try, you cannot deny
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| She’s on every single page of your journal, James
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| Now we have to face it such a disgrace yet
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| There you go again and again and again
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| It’s like living on a merry-go-round and round we seem to go yet,
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| I never seem to know why |
| I’m hearing people whisper quietly
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| Friends are now avoiding me
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| It’s over! |
| I’m leaving you behind- to the circus of your mind!
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| There has been nothing but trouble and strife
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| Ever since you came into this family’s life
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| So much disruption the children don’t need
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| And as for my daughter I must intercede!
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| Everything about you they can do without you
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| Take flights of fantasy
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| I question your morality
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| I told them to ignore you now I must implore you
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| Leave them alone, stay away, we all know
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| You are living on a merry-go-round and round you seem to go understand that we
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| have no time
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| For the circus of your mind
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| The clock is ticking James
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| Bad form, bad form
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| Laughingstock of London
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| Spare us your crocodile tears, Mr. Barrie
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| Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock
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| Islands, children who are fairies
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| That man is a grown-up behaving like a boy
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| It’s like living on a merry go round and round you seem to go
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| No one ever seems to know why
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| We’re doing everything
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| That we can do to get it through to you
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| Try to make you see but you’re blind |
| In the circus of your mind
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| In the circus
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| In the circus
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| In the circus
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| Of your mind! |