Lyrics Circus - Passenger
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′re
one
fist
too
close
If
I
ever
see
your
shadow
again
You're
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
am
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′ll
be
close
to
my
grave
If
I
ever
lie
to
you
again
I'll
be
dirt
1 Rain
2 Used
3 Circles
4 For You
5 In Reverse
6 In My Head
7 Just The Same
8 Carnival Diaries
9 Circus
10 I Die Slowly
11 Eyes Of My Mind
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