| Outside the storm clouds gathering
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| Move silently along the dusty boulevard
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| Where flowers turning crane
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| Their fragile mane
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| So they can in turn reach up and kiss the sky
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| They’re driven by a strange desire
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| Unseen by the human eye
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| Someone’s calling
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| I remember when you held my hand
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| In the park we would wait
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| When the circus came to town (over here)
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| Outside the circus gathering
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| Moves silently along the rain swept bouledvard
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| The procession moves on, the shouting is over
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| The fabulous freaks are leaving town
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| They’re driven by a strange desire
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| Unseen by the human eye
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| Someone’s calling
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| The carnival is over
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| We sat and watched
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| As the moon rose
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| For the very first time |