Run Away With The Circus

Whatever it is, the color is changing
And I’m beginning to believe in this
So hold on tight to all that’s fading
It’s time we run away with the circus

We dance and fly with the believers
Under the big top at night
And we wonder why the world outside the tent
Is a lonely canvas of fading light

Hey brother, you can’t win the fight
When the hand that’s holding the gun
Is also holding the sunlight
Cuz when the sun begins to fade
You’re going to realize that the gun’s not the way
To the circus you dreamed of all day

Now step back and breathe this in
There are more answers when you don’t win

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