| Oh you stand up in your crystal towers
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| and gaze out at the circus world
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| your wardrobe clowns and carosels
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| rambling towns and distant bells of laughter
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| drying tears, behind the rain
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| where’s those fallen angel standards
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| from the morning headline features
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| and thank you lord that justice has been done
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| lady has been done
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| slow down take your time
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| no need to lose your mind'
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| for if you look, you know you’ll find
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| you are only, what you are
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| and it’s so easy to philosophise
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| and see youself as smiling eyes
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| the rope around your eggshell world
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| where troubled waters leave you only guessing
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| like a ship, without a sail
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| A finger pointing man-of-war
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| they fired a barage at your flags
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| their broken knives lay waiting, on their knees
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| lady on their knees
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| slow down take your time
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| no need to lose your mind'
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| for if you look, you know you’ll find
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| you are only, what you are
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| slow down take your time
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| no need to lose your mind'
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| for if you look, you know you’ll find
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| you are only, what you are
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| you are only, what you are |