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The world is but a circus, It's people are just clowns, I am a conducter, I can't do much with clowns, But if you come and play my tune, We might just turn this world around.
Roses are red, violets are blue I got played twice by the same dude All thanks to you, my self-worth renewed
If I could, I'd be a clown And laugh at people all day. No matter how bad, never to frown, To get up and go my own way. Those other souls, Whose lives have been all pain,
When I'm feeling down t turn to my friends, who are clowns, and they help me turn back around
One thing that makes each day worth a smile Is talking to you You're the only one who could ever understand What it's like to walk a mile in my shoes You're a knight in shning armor
Shouldn’t it be funny
Walking down the hall The eyes staring me down I can’t let them see,
You see the Iron Empress Who standing tall, stoic, regal. She hides the Carefree Clown Who could entertain for hours. She hides the Lovesick Maid Blinded by love unrequited.
I wake up at Midnight and the Moon is full. No one else is awake, they're sleeping like the dead. But there's a horrible throbbing in my skull, and when I look in the mirror: my nose is red!
Mister, Mister hear all about it! We come to your class every single day Just to hear you say...NOTHING! You look at us like we're circus clowns, and continue to just tear us down. We tell you we don't understand,