passengers - circus lyrics
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sick of begging
sick of trying to please
sick of the struggle
sick of your fake id
if i ever feel your scent again
you’re one fist too close
if i ever see your shadow again
you’re going down the hard way
they call me the comedy clown
they feed me waste in the gutter
they call me the comedy clown
i am waste in the gutter
sick of begging
sick of trying to please
sick of the struggle
sick of your fake id
if i ever see you again
i’ll be close to my grave
if i ever lie to you again
i’ll be dirt
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