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Paradise Circus

It's unfortunate that when we feel a storm We can roll ourselves over 'cause we're uncomfortable Oh well, the devil makes us sin But we like it when

dai vermi ricoperti, It's paradise. Son morti i furbi e gli stronzi, Son morti i buoni ed i colti, Son morti ormai tutti quanti, It's paradise. C'era

dai vermi ricoperti, It's paradise. Son morti i furbi e gli stronzi, Son morti i buoni ed i colti, Son morti ormai tutti quanti, It's paradise. C'era

It's unfortunate that when we feel a storm we can roll ourselves over 'cause we're uncomfortable oh where the devil makes us sin but we like it when

dai vermi ricoperti, It's paradise. Son morti i furbi e gli stronzi, Son morti i buoni ed i colti, Son morti ormai tutti quanti, It's paradise. C'era

The day the Circus of Heaven came to town Local folks lined the streets in a Midwestern town Waiting anxiously for the parade to begin all round Ort the

feel to grip My toes too numb to step wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin' I'm ready to go anywhere I'm ready for to fade Into my own parade cast

rides, it's that carnival paradise When it's your time, death is near, step right up on over here Games, prizes, shows, and rides, it's that carnival paradise

Baby cried the day the circus came to town 'Cause she didn't want parades just passin' by her So she painted on a smile and took up with some clown While