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Argent
In the circus each must play a part
The clown, the jester, mirror the meaning of their art
In the circus you can be fool or may be king
The sound of laughter is in the wedding of the ring.
But all are found, seeking the love of the crowd
And all are reaching out
In the circus, in the circus, in the circus
In the circus, in the circus
In the circus, in the circus, in the circus.
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Argent
I'm on a highwire, moving far above the ground
I'm on a highwire baby, watch me death-defying
It's getting dangerous, mm I'm feeling the juices start to rise
I'm on a highwire and I'm alive.
I'm on a wheel of fire, spilling my breath into the ground
I'm on a bareback cannonball, chasing the speed of sound
It's getting dangerous, I'm feeling the crowd begin to rise
On a cannonball, cannonball and I'm alive
And I'm alive.
Sharp the dawn, the morning light descending from the highwire
See the pair who bear the flame, prepare to take it to the fire flier
Looking down down down.
Fair and warm the sounds that drift the morning from the live wire
Have to yawn, the horn begins to mingle with the sweet lyre
Going down down.
Celebration swells the nation singing to the highwire
With amazing grace and sweet sensation captured by the high flier
Looking down down.
I'm on a highwire, moving far above the ground
I'm on a highwire baby, watch me death-defying
It's getting dangerous, mm I'm feeling the crowd begin to rise
I'm on a highwire.
I'm on a wheel of fire, spilling my breath into the ground
I'm on a bareback cannonball, chasing the speed of sound
It's getting dangerous, I'm feeling the crowd begin to rise
I'm on a highwire.
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Argent
No minor love can make the darkness right
Alone, deserted by a warm spotlight
I breathe the meaning of the words that I must need her.
The colder seas of my sleeping mind
Make muddy dreams until no peace I find
Through Fields Elysian beg to see my life again, once again.
And here I stand at last revealed a clown (revealed the clown) revealed the clown
And who can doubt this painted fool who walks upon this circus stage is just a clown ?
No mind to colour now, no page to write
Cold pools of morning stain the virgin white
Another day without her love and I still need her.
And so the stage is set, the time is right
And waves of laughter shake the gods tonight
Another day will make a fool delight the children.
And so I stand at last revealed a clown, revealed the clown
And who can doubt the painted fool upon this circus stage has always been a clown ?
And so I stand at last revealed a clown, revealed the clown
And who can doubt this painted fool who maybe has no mind at all
Would ever walk where he might fall and gain the laughter of us all
Who can doubt the painted fool who always walk upon this stage is just a clown, is just a clown ?
Just a clown, is just a clown ?
Just a clown ?
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Rodford
Flying high, turning in space
Indecision faltering grace.
Baying crowd, blinding white light
Upturned faces, shadows of night.
Trusted hands catch me with ease
Life's ambition, flying trapeze.
Ravaged dreams, sweat from my brow
Free fall vision dragging me down.
Flying, sighing, headlong into dread
Hoping, praying, I'll find the path to tread.
Spinning world, motion unreal
Premonition, time will reveal.
Worthless years passing me by
Resolution taking me high.
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Argent
She reminds me of the breath of summer sun
That breaks the cool daylight when morning has begun
So shine on sunshine, paint my life of grey
So shine on sunshine, warm my life always.
Better yet by far the best I ever saw
The rain that breaks your heart won't bend our love for sure
So shine on sunshine, spread your light my way
Shine on, shine on sunshine, weave your spell always.
Oh I get weary but she only has to smile
And all my fear is soon forgotten for a while
She melts the care away, I feel love shine somedays
Surely I must be immersed in life's whole mystery.
Shine on sunshine, paint your life my way
Shine on, shine on sunshine, weave your spell life away.
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Argent
He may break your spirit, he may play awhile
You can only bear it, you must just smile.
If he would dance, you'll dance all night
He can romance the pure daylight, romance.
Call out the Jester, you know he only plays for himself.
Which way will they tumble ? Which way will they fall ?
Who would break the mirror ? Who can crack that wall ?
It is with him your fortune lies
And in the wind who bears the prize, surprise.
Call out the Jester, you know he only plays for himself
He only plays for himself, he only care
He only plays.
Call out the Jester, you know he only plays for himself.
He don't care about the love in you, he only plays
Call out the Jester, you know he only plays for himself.
He only plays for himself
He don't care about the good luck in you
He only laughs about the things that you do
He don't worry 'bout luck
He don't worry 'bout luck.
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