Intro
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Still wearing my makeup from yesterday,
I m a corner cutting clown.
Lower the Curtain Down
There s no more crowds around.
See Mary Jane sneaking a cigarette,
Like a shadow in the room.
Watching the cloud go by
Wishing that she could fly.
This is the circus
The back stage door
Every act I ve seen before
Somebody s spilling a drink on me
Somebody claimed I saved his life
Hoping he s still alright
Until tomorrow night.
In through the back door in Baltimore
From the cradle to the stage
Singing my pain away
Hoping someone relates
This is the circus
The beer soaked floor
Come take me eyes I ve seen before
But when I feel all alone
When I just don t know
I hear your voice on the phone
Saying when I come home you ll be there
You say you just can t wait
But I ll be home too late
So when I find you asleep
I will turn out the lights
And kiss your perfumed hair.
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