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How everyone could get it right
Circus composer, you let us get closer
You stood below a tangerine
And let the fruit roll melt away
And all the world was you
And we thought it were better anyway
Circus composer, could you write this all down?
You let us get closer,
You let us be found
Circus composer, could you make me a star?
If I tied myself to the wrecking ball