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Another morning turns like a clown
in a middle of a burning circus
that we called our life.
Animals are ready
to take their places.
We are starting the show right now.

Shortfall... from vagina to the grave
you called your life,
but you want something more.
Despair...As circus turns on,
you ‘re loved by life
as veins by knife.

And you ‘re just a fool
in the circus of loss.
Play, play with fire, you fool,
in the circus of loss.

Believe... you ‘re just a slave
to your own eternal sins,
toy of your dreams..
Ideals...muted sounds
are haunting your soul.
Play the lord not to fall.

And you ‘re just a fool
in the circus of loss.
We are walking different ways,
but always coming back
to the circus of loss.

When you see
the last day in life
you ‘ve turned now to look
what you left behind.
the ring of the scene,
dead horse on the floor
as your soul's about
to open the door
to another circus.

Circus of loss.
Empty are your eyes
as the circus closer to you.
Circus of loss.

Afterlife is just a door
to new circus.
As you die,
you ‘re still the slave
to new circus...

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