| I turned around to see the clown
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| He made no sound, his face was down
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| He was crying, dying to laugh another smile
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| Down the empty avenues
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| I stood inside his worn-out shoes
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| I was flying, trying just to come down
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| The circus crowd, cruel and proud
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| Existing in the wilderness
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| Minding their own business, of dying
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| I turned around and they were gone
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| I pulled my useless pity on
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| It was morning, morning so pure and undefiled
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| Inside my room a healing sea
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| Nothing here makes sense to me
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| There’s no warning, wanting just to come down
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| At great expense, ladies and gents
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| We bring you the greatest show
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| You can take it with you when you go, lying
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| Pretty ugly, pretty sad, pretty helpless, pretty glad
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| Pretty angry, pretty mad, pretty ugly, pretty sad
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| So now I wander through the days
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| I wonder who designed this maze
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| If it’s unending, sending out some kind of sign
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| I turned around to see the clown
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| I should have pulled the mirror down
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| Now I’m pretending, extending my local in this town
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| Ladies and gents, at great expense
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| We bring you the greatest show
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| Take it with you when you go, lying
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| Pretty ugly, pretty sad, pretty helpless, pretty bad
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| Pretty angry, pretty mad, pretty ugly, pretty sad |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pretty Ugly, Pretty Sad , by - Steve Kilbey. Song from the album Unearthed, in the genre Иностранный рок