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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

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