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The circus day never lacks of figures dipped in the muck a hundrend eyes on you.. you got a boner The picture vault always there haunted proof that you're scared oh you want to get out.. the doors ain't open Among the lies,among the traps among the mirrors that you smash to get away.. Forgotten qualms,fire thumbs pointing you in a trance..you got a maze.. the story is over.. |