| The hangman’s in the noose
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| The prisoner is loose
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| The wheel has come around
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| And the velvet curtain coming down
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| And I left it there
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| A suitcase on a chair
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| I feel my weight
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| And something tells me
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| There’s a river underground
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| In a place where there’s no one to be found
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| And no one came to see
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| The oldest show in town
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| And no one came to see
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| The oldest show in town
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| And no one came to see
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| The oldest show in town
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| Santa’s on the cross
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| Innocence is lost
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| The music’s in your mind
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| And the windscreen wipers move in time
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| No one came to see
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| The oldest show in town
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| No one came to see
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| The oldest show in town
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| And the stranger was a ghost
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| The killer was a priest
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| Took the first excuse
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| Made the madness seem cute lipped
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| On your own you’ll find your own escape
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| There are many ways to choose
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| And I don’t know which one you should take
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| A home is all you want
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| On the back of a truck driving down the street
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| It doesn’t seem so much
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| But it’s all you need to make your life complete
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| No one came to see
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| The oldest show in town
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| No one came to see
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| The oldest show in town
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| No one came to see
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| The oldest show in town
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| No one came to see
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| I lean the slightest bit towards you
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| White turns into brown, light goes to black
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| Your eyes danced in my reflection
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| And the horse ate my trousers |