| I was still a baby, barely knee high
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| When my pops packed his bags, and said no goodbye
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| My mama died of heartache, so I tried to go hide
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| But was kidnapped by carnies when, I accepted their ride
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| (singing)
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| Oh, you got me on a tightrope
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| Stop the show and leave me alone
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| Oh, you got me as an acrobat
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| Let me go, applause ain’t a home
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| (now I said don’t go and give me all your sympathy
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| Save me from your charity)
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| I grew up on hunger and clowns, town after town
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| And never escaped until, the state department came 'round
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| Oh yeah they put me in a good school
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| Gave me parents who smiled they said
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| Now you can be a normal boy
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| Well your normal don’t fit
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| (all right!)
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| In fact it’s quite goddamn crazy
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| Oh, you got me on a fast track, of status quo, leave me alone
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| Oh, you got me on a picket fence
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| Let me go
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| Your dreams ain’t my own
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| Leave your good intentions there
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| There by the door
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| Talk with me like like my mom did, did once before
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| Now I don’t need all the things that seem to matter to you
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| All I want is an empty field, and a seed or two
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| Oh, you got me on a tightrope
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| Stop the show, and leave me alone
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| Oh, you got me as an acrobat
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| Let me go, applause ain’t a home
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| Now I said don’t go and give me
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| All your sympathy |