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Fitting in at school, way of coping with being different |
| Looking for a way to describe this feeling Normal times shadowed by doubt That's what these clowns all talk about. So what are you looking for, way up there? Whilst you're high as a kite I'm gasping for air In that run-down palace of mayhem and fools They'd chop off their arms if it meant breaking the rules Now listen here you waste of a mind You wanna reach me? You'll just have to climb That ladder of guilt, those steps of misery Foolish clown you can't rain on my parade Yes step left, and then right, please keep in time Welcome to the circus Entrance fee is nil Every one's mad at Jack the lad Cause he took another pill What's that you say? Nah he's not gay Just hasn't been down in a while No, she doesn't hate She's just got a date With destiny you see She can't be late Come now people let's keep in time As we dance in our trance of purple All glittering, sparkling All magically marvelling All wishing and wanting To be in the spot light of Our wonderful freak show parade. |