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Jonatha Brooke Back In The Circus

I'm back in the circus Back in the small town, big top Backed up against the wall And nothing's quite what I thought I've got holes in my fishnets Holes

I am trying to read your mind We have stopped to smell the roses I am trying not to lose mine The roses or my mind You are going to break my heart I

end Ive seen lonely times when I could not find a friend But I always thought that Id see you again Been walking my mind to an easy time my back turned

I give you love but you won't take it You flip your collar as you leave The bicycles on cobblestones The corner cafe all alone They whisper, they whisper

I may not always love you But long as there are stars above you You never need to doubt it I'll make you so sure about it God only knows what I'd be

Sour, sour grapes make bitter wine And you're no funny Valentine You take such pleasure in revenge A perfect settled score But it just whets your appetite