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EVEN CLOWNS CRY
Words and music by Vincent Elt
You try to say what's right for me
And you make my life a misery
With second hand philosophy,
Imprison me and say I'm free.
When all I ever want to be
Is what I am, and so you see,
That when you smile and laugh at me
Please don't forget what you have seen.
Even clowns cry sometimes.
Offer me in your cold hands,
My life to live by your demands
And people try to understand
Inside you lies the promised land.
The concrete that lies above you,
Icons of your ancient need to
Worship and enslave and love,
Do you weep and wonder why you have to.
Even clowns cry sometimes.
Live your life to hope it gains
Reasons to make you remain
When thoughts are with you once again
It's probably too late to save them.
Crumpled fates of fallen men
Lie in the gutter, in the rain
A memory of a life in vain,
The same means meets the same sad end
Even clowns cry sometimes
I'm asking you to call a truce,
I'm tired of lies and tired of truth,
Madmen, murderers and fools,
Oh, Jesus Christ, don't turn them loose.
Even clowns cry sometimes.
Even clowns cry sometimes.
Even clowns cry sometimes.
Copyright Vincent Elt 2014
APRA member.
MAGA member 566.
CAL member.
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Unauthorised reproduction without permission is an offence.
VINCENT ASHLEY ELT
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