At the end of the day when there's nothing to say that's not said
Then it's time to sit back and let the clown from the corner take his stand
As I stare into his face, the red and white checked man performs
And the night comes alive with his smiles and his frowns that he's forged
My eyes and head begin to rhyme
As the dancing man reaches his prime
His designed world was made to win
While others sleep his life begins
As his music surrounds my ears
Makes me feel like I wanna cry
'Cause the dancing man in front of my eyes
Starts to die

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