The Kelly Song Collective

Circus

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They’ve gone and pulled the big top down,

ripped the stakes up from the ground.

The children cry, and the moon is on

the circus that becomes this town.

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Searching for a painted face.

Tonight I’ll turn this funny place upside-down.

I’m combing my city for a clown.

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The bearded lady cries tonight

on tender knees by bathroom light.

She’s thinking about a promise made

to a mirror and a razor blade.

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The fire breather’s buying shots

for college girls whom he should not.

They smile and laugh at every joke,

but he knows they’re just blowing smoke.

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The lion tamer cracks his whip

hard against a stranger’s hip.

He hides the truth he’s never kissed

a lioness or a masochist.

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© Audsongs 2014