Circus
Shoes too big for you to walk in they won't fit
stuff them with paper or cotton in the tip the tip of the toe
paint a bright red smile upon your pale face and they will love you
If nothing else you'll have the echo of your own shoes applauding you
Where is the circus where is the core
where is my red nose when you slam the door in my face
when you slam the door in my face
Where is the circus to remove the pain
where is my encore when you knock me over again
when you knock me over again
when you knock me over again
Leave all of your pens and crayons on the table
you don't need to fill in all the blanks when they're not able to colour the truth
Center stage was always meant for someone else and never for you
You were just a funny warmup to the real act
the sweet number two
Where is the circus
where is the core
where is my red nose when you slam the door in my face
when you slam the door in my face
Where is the circus to remove the pain
where is my encore when you knock me over again
when you knock me over again
when you knock me over again
You put your whole heart deep in it
giving your best hoping to win it
someone played a game on your behalf
Placed the bid your stakes were higher
it'll be ok said the liar
in the end someone had a laugh
they only gave back half
(where is my circus, where is my core, where is my red nose, when you slam the door)
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Where is my circus
where is my core
when you slam the door in my face
where is the circus to remove the pain
where is my encore when you knock me over again
when you knock me over again
when you knock me over again
Writer/s: Rikke Cecilie Normann