| The breath of hope
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| And a clown that bites
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| Bring the coldest days
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| And the darkest night
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| Merry goes round and round the bushes
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| Carny hushers striking poses
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| Drive the worms out of my head
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| Put that needle to the red
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| Take me to the mouth of the monster
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| The sun pours down in golden shower
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| Drink and drink from the five gallon drum
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| On your knees for the thirst to come
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| This way golden beauties and cancan cuties
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| Speedway thrills at 100 smiles per hour
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| Sammy Savage will send you on a swirl with a bonifide half girl
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| Whose other half was torn real nice
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| With Frosty Feldman’s block of ice
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| Stick out your tongues creepy crew
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| They stick on ice like flies on glue
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| If you’re a little drunk on the tightrope wire
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| From the sucker’s seat the illusion’s fine
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| If a foot might slip and the safeties fails
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| On the long way down grab the devil’s tail
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| Up and again onto my feet
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| Blow away into the street
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| Don’t want to come down cause we’re so high
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| Bigger than hope, faster than lies
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| Take me to the mouth of the monster
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| The sun pours down in golden shower |
| Fakes and friends and flakes and freaks
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| The red of sky is just the blood in your eyes
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| Merry goes round and round the bushes
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| Carny hushers striking poses
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| Take the wheel to the grave
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| Drive the worms out of my head
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| Take a bite of the pillow
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| Here is a bitter pill to swallow
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| Fakes and friends and flakes and freaks
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| The red of sky is just the red in your eyes |