People stare and then they walk away But there's always a few who'll stay From the state I watch 'em close their eyes Like a little kid trying to hide Like they're somewhere ain't supposed to be Watching something they ain't supposed to see Giving in to the undertow In the dark at the sideshow
I'm the singer at the sideshow It's a place that orphans go Far away from the bright lights Hard to find on a dark night Another truly troubled troubadour Writing songs to even up the score A tune for every single body flow And I sing 'em at the sideshow
Who likes to think about their pain Most people would avoid the rain A sunny song will help you make it through But constant whistling is hard to do Too many songs about happiness Leave me sad, lonely, and depressed A million miles from the radio You can find me at the side show
I make my living at the sideshow It's a place that orphans go Far away from the bright lights Hard to find on a dark night Another truly troubled troubadour Writing songs to even up the score A tune for every single body blow And I sing 'em at the side show
I make a living at the sideshow
It's a place that the wounded go
Far away from the Bright lights
Hard to find on a dark night YOU CAN FIND US Another truly troubled troubadour AT THE SIDESHOW Writing songs to even up the score YEA, ME A tune for every single body blow AND THE BUFFALO And I sing 'em at the sideshow YOU CAN FIND US Back in the corner where the sad songs flow AT THE SIDESHOW
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I'm the singer at the sideshow It's a place that orphans go Far away from the bright lights Hard to find on a dark night Another truly troubled troubadour Writing songs to even up the score A tune for every single body flow And I sing 'em at the sideshow
Who likes to think about their pain Most people would avoid the rain A sunny song will help you make it through But constant whistling is hard to do Too many songs about happiness Leave me sad, lonely, and depressed A million miles from the radio You can find me at the side show
I make my living at the sideshow It's a place that orphans go Far away from the bright lights Hard to find on a dark night Another truly troubled troubadour Writing songs to even up the score A tune for every single body blow And I sing 'em at the side show
I make a living at the sideshow
It's a place that the wounded go
Far away from the Bright lights
Hard to find on a dark night YOU CAN FIND US Another truly troubled troubadour AT THE SIDESHOW Writing songs to even up the score YEA, ME A tune for every single body blow AND THE BUFFALO And I sing 'em at the sideshow YOU CAN FIND US Back in the corner where the sad songs flow AT THE SIDESHOW
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