| Pitiful fuck
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| Are you still in love with me, Missi?
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| I am so pretty and withdrawn
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| I peek into the hole
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| I struggle for control
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| And 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
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| I let my mind give in
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| And 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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| And I know, and I’m coming down
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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 wearing me
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| My bag is in the hat
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| It’s filled with this and that
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| And my visions getting fat
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| The rabbits just a chicken in disguise
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| Stars and pills and meatballs 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 scrutinizing eyes |