Passenger Follow
Circus lyrics
Sick of begging
Sick of trying to please
Sick of the struggle
Sick of your fake id
If I ever feel your scent again
Youre one fist to close
If I ever see your shadow again
Youre going down the hard way
They call me the comedy clown
They feed me waste in the gutter
They call me teh comedy clown
I am waste in the gutter
If I ever see you again
I'll be close to my grave
If I ever lie to you again
I'll be dirt
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