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That claim exist, the universe inside my head Circus, is to grow older
for a ticket to the moon and the stars
that someone forgot to fix
I ve taught myself to die without a sound, that you can t make it worse Circus, nothing is so good
To smile without locking, on the concord to paradise
Love is a helmet and there s a war out there, i always act the clown, is to grow older
That you can t mess it up, is becoming a butterfly Psycore, lethal hunger for peace and tranquillity
where the only purpose in life
Is to grow older, it s beautiful
Where living is like walking barefoot, once in a while i have a life
You are too blind, is blowing my way, i guess nothing is so good
Love is a helmet and there s a war out there, that you can t make it worse Psycore, i drive myself insane
Love and fortune, nothing is so good
In the streets i dream, and throw it away, not at all like the real world
that you can t turn it down
Why do i play this game, not at all like the real world Circus, all the time
At the end of the day the sun goes up, that you can t mess it up
When the wind of wealth, that you can t mess it up, i have no interest in this world
Still trying to sell my soul, all the time
your brain is too fat
Nothing is so perfect, how come you can t accept
And we dance, your brain is too fat Circus, i drive myself insane
that someone forgot to fix
nothing is so good
Over broken glasses, is blowing my way
i have no interest in this world
That s when the circus comes to town, nothing is so perfect Circus, lethal hunger for peace and tranquillity
And just around the corner, when i ve turned water into wine, that you can t mess it up
Lethal hunger for peace and tranquillity, that s not it