| My circus train pulls through the night
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| Full of lions and trapeze artists
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| I’m done with elephants and clowns
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| I want to
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| Run away and join the office
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| Aimless sister, you’re surrounded
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| Angel-faced and I’m astounded
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| How sweet you are
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| In your long, black American car
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| And you know just where to find me
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| If I don’t know who you are
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| You will remind me
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| There’s a girl down in the bar
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| A flaming star upon her shoulder
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| Slugging hot pink frozen drinks
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| To put the foot down on her smolder
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| Easy, cowboy, what’s the rush now?
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| She may cleave me like a snowplow
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| All the lazy days are gone
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| Still the grind is grinding on
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| Throw the memories in a drawer
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| Lock myself behind a door |