In Circles
In the three ring circus of love
She tries to pretend she's happy when she's blue
coz she's stone in love with you
Stopping to start, looking for signs above
But it remains a ball of confusion
an emotional illusion
Just ask the lonely
As they sit in rooms of gloom
People make the world go round
If she reaches out, and you are not there
She will enter the three ring circus
Dressed like a clown
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