Passenger - Circus |
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Circus
Passenger Sick of begging Sick of trying to please Sick of the struggle Sick of your fake id If I ever feel your scent again Youre one fist to close If I ever see your shadow again Youre going down the hard way They call me the comedy clown They call me teh comedy clown They feed me waste in the gutter I am waste in the gutter If I ever see you again I'll be close to my grave I'll be dirtIf I ever lie to you again |
