I'm gonna change my immediate circle of friends I'm gonna run away and join the circus, oh yeah They've been leading me around in circles, round and round I'm gonna change my immediate circle of friends
In my darkest hour of need They all become make believe And they pretend that they are sleeping
I raise my game as the stakes stack higher, higher You cry wolf like you're the town cryer, cry girl The queen of clubs drinks in pubs on days off, over Swills down dregs, drags on duck arsed cigarettes
In my darkest hour of need They all become make believe And they pretend that they are sleeping
I'm gonna change my immediate circle of friends I'm gonna run away and join the circus, oh yeah I'll be assistant to the blinde knife thrower Better than being factory fodder order
In my darkest hour of need They all become make believe And they pretend that they are sleeping |
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