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Brittle their bones Breaking skin Severed the lines That reign them in All their spinning around Under blue skies graying out With circus face needles stick Their beggarÂ's eyes Rolling backwards Still theyÂ're spinning around Under blue skies graying out We could be beautiful Turning -- bending If we tried Yes we could be beautiful Turning -- bending If we tried |