| Doors are open, they never close
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| One admission and one more soul
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| What’re you running away from?
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| Wide-eyed eager, we try our luck
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| With pretty people and pickled punks
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| This place is like a freak show, need no ticket
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| Freak show, now I call it home
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| Step out side of that straight line
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| Bite my tongue and bide my time
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| We belong
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| Step out side of that straight line
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| Give ‘em what you got in the meantim
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| For the freak show
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| Conversations bhind closed doors
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| They buy the weather and sell us more
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| Someone told me there’s a sucker born each minute
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| Freak show, now I’m in it, home
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| Step out side of that straight line
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| Bite my tongue and bide my time
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| We belong
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| Step out side of that straight line
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| Give ‘em what you got in the meantime
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| When the wows from the mouths of the masses come
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| Gather your guts the show must go on
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| Keep your grind up through slings and arrows
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| Now you’re family, now you’re home
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| Step out side of that straight line
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| Bite my tongue and bide my time
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| We belong
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| Step out side of that straight line
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| Give ‘em what you got in the meantime |
| Cause the only monsters here are dancing
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| Right behind their eyes
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| For the freak show |