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This house is a circus, berserk as fuck
We tend to see that as a perk though. Look
What itīs done to your friends their memories are pretend
And the last thing they want is for the feeling to end
This house is a circus, berserk as fuck
We tend to see that as a perk though. Look
What itīs done to your friends their memories are pretend
And the last thing they want is for the feeling to end
Looking for trouble and thereīs lovers to be had
Those ones next to us are such lovely lads
Scaling the corridors for maidens in the maze
And the anomaly is slipping into familiar ways
And weīre forever unfulfilled
Canīt think why
Like a search for murder clues
In dead manīs eyes
Forever unfulfilled
And canīt think why
Like a search for murder clues
In dead manīs eyes
The more you open your mouth
The more youīre forcing performance
All the attention is leading me to feel important (completely obnoxious)
Now that weīre here, we may as well go too far
Wriggling around just so that you wonīt forget
Thereīs certainly some venom in the looks that you collect
Aimlessly gazing at the blazers in the queue
Struggling with the notion that itīs life not film
This house is a circus, berserk as fuck
We tend to see that as a perk though. Look
What itīs done to your friends their memories are pretend
And the last thing they want is for the feeling to end
This house is a circus, berserk as fuck
We tend to see that as a perk though. Look
What itīs done to your friends their memories are pretend
And the last thing they want is for the feeling to end