Cardigans - Sunday circus song Lyrics

he s lonely
sitting by the mirror
awakened by the horses
in circles
running in the circus

his red nose
looking damaged in the mirror
cause no one has replaced it
he s dressed now
ready to make fun of...

he loves sundays
and every place
where his circus stays

he s lonely
he s sitting by the mirror
still broken
undressed now
ready for a new town

he loves sundays
and every place
where his circus stays

they love his show
thir favourite part
that gives them a laugh
they love his show
their favourite part
relaxes their hearts

he loves sundays
and every place
where his circus stays

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