Passengers - 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
You are one fist too close
If I ever see your shadow again
You are going down the hard way

They call me the comedy clown
They feed me waste in the gutter
They call me the comedy clown
I´m waste in the gutter

Sick of begging
Sick of trying to please
Sick of the struggle
Sick of your fake id

If I ever see you again
I will be close to my grave
If I ever lie to you again
I will be dirt

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