This House Is a Circus

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[Primeira Parte]

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This house is a circus, berserk as fuck
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We tend to see that as a perk, though
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Look what it's done to your friends
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Their memories are pretend
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And the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end
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This house is a circus, berserk as fuck
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We tend to see that as a perk, though
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Look what it's done to your friends
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Their memories are pretend
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And the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end

[Segunda Parte]

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There's a room full of trouble and there's lovers to be had
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Those ones who make sinners out of such lovely lads
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Scaling the corridors for maidens in the maze
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And the anomaly is slipping into familiar ways
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And we're forever unfulfilled and can't think why
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Like a search for murder clues in dead man's eyes
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And we're forever unfulfilled and can't think why
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Like a search for murder clues in dead man's eyes

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[Ponte]

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The more you open your mouth, the more you're forcing performance
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And all the attention is leading me to feel important
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Now that we're here, we may as well go too far

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[Terceira Parte]

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Wriggling around in it so that you won't forget
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There's certainly some venom in the looks that you collect
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Aimlessly gazing at the faces in the queue
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And we're struggling with the notion that it's life, not film

[Primeira Parte]

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This house is a circus, berserk as fuck
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We tend to see that as a perk, though
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Look what it's done to your friends
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Their memories are pretend
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And the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end