| I peek into the hole, I struggle for control
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| The children love the show
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| But they fail to see the anguish in my eyes
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| Fail to see the anguish in my eyes
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| I scratch around the brim, I let my mind give in yeah, yeah
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| The crowd begins to grin
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| But they seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes
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| Seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes
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| It’s no surprise
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| Fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic
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| My big top tricks will always make you happy
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| But we all know the hat is wearin' me My bag is in the hat, it’s filled with this and that
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| My vision’s getting fat, the rabbit’s just a monkey in disguise
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| Stars and pills and needles dance before our eyes
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| They will bite the hand if it is slower than
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| The quickness of their scrutinizin' eyes
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| Fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic
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| My big top tricks will always make you happy
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| But we all know the hat is wearin' me Chicanery will always make you happy
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| But we all know the hat is wearin' me |