Paranoid Circus
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โฑ๏ธ 4:05 duration
๐ ID: 2073066
๐ Lyrics
Hands and fingers, arms and neck
For the promise to find out
What it is all about
It's already down to heads or tails
Moira did belief in virtue and honesty but
You know innocence breaks so easily
So you can't choose it's not on you to know what's right
Everything is set for the final fight
Deep inside you know it's not just black or white
You are well prepared for the final fight
Every day is judged by the framework
Of your certain point of view
Life is change just like the withering truth
Truth is just a philosophic term
That doesn't serve the ways of life
Those who want to know bout life must
Find the trace of truth
I'm tired, would you take me home
Where I can rest in your arms
I don't need to make amends
But the streets where you take me home
Recall my paranoid circus of formative years
Playback life and anabolic arguments instead
Maybe that's it all about
It's already down to heads or tails
So she killed herself on a lovely morning
And the rising sun smiled in her numbly eyes
So please show me where the truth is in that sweet tale
You have to admit, it's nothing but a bale
Everything has failed if you can't see what's bright
What you see out there is just what you see inside
Reality is nothing than the register
Of crimes of a humankind
Now you agree it's up to us to do the what? s right
Right comes along with fortune
But fortune is a furtive friend indeed
You can only find the key of fortune in yourself
I'm tired, would you take me home
Where I can rest in your arms
I don't need to make amends
But the streets where you take me home
Recall my paranoid circus of formative years
Of formative years
I'm so tired
For the promise to find out
What it is all about
It's already down to heads or tails
Moira did belief in virtue and honesty but
You know innocence breaks so easily
So you can't choose it's not on you to know what's right
Everything is set for the final fight
Deep inside you know it's not just black or white
You are well prepared for the final fight
Every day is judged by the framework
Of your certain point of view
Life is change just like the withering truth
Truth is just a philosophic term
That doesn't serve the ways of life
Those who want to know bout life must
Find the trace of truth
I'm tired, would you take me home
Where I can rest in your arms
I don't need to make amends
But the streets where you take me home
Recall my paranoid circus of formative years
Playback life and anabolic arguments instead
Maybe that's it all about
It's already down to heads or tails
So she killed herself on a lovely morning
And the rising sun smiled in her numbly eyes
So please show me where the truth is in that sweet tale
You have to admit, it's nothing but a bale
Everything has failed if you can't see what's bright
What you see out there is just what you see inside
Reality is nothing than the register
Of crimes of a humankind
Now you agree it's up to us to do the what? s right
Right comes along with fortune
But fortune is a furtive friend indeed
You can only find the key of fortune in yourself
I'm tired, would you take me home
Where I can rest in your arms
I don't need to make amends
But the streets where you take me home
Recall my paranoid circus of formative years
Of formative years
I'm so tired
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:27.15] Hands and fingers, arms and neck
[00:28.60] For the promise to find out
[00:31.93] What it is all about
[00:34.34] It's already down to heads or tails
[00:40.46] Moira did belief in virtue and honesty but
[00:44.29] You know innocence breaks so easily
[00:47.08] So you can't choose it's not on you to know what's right
[00:50.50] Everything is set for the final fight
[00:53.59] Deep inside you know it's not just black or white
[00:57.76] You are well prepared for the final fight
[01:00.44] Every day is judged by the framework
[01:01.99] Of your certain point of view
[01:04.29] Life is change just like the withering truth
[01:07.43] Truth is just a philosophic term
[01:09.01] That doesn't serve the ways of life
[01:11.36] Those who want to know bout life must
[01:13.69] Find the trace of truth
[01:14.67] I'm tired, would you take me home
[01:19.59] Where I can rest in your arms
[01:22.74] I don't need to make amends
[01:27.10] But the streets where you take me home
[01:32.81] Recall my paranoid circus of formative years
[02:07.29] Playback life and anabolic arguments instead
[02:11.71] Maybe that's it all about
[02:14.32] It's already down to heads or tails
[02:20.10] So she killed herself on a lovely morning
[02:23.94] And the rising sun smiled in her numbly eyes
[02:27.15] So please show me where the truth is in that sweet tale
[02:30.60] You have to admit, it's nothing but a bale
[02:33.72] Everything has failed if you can't see what's bright
[02:37.02] What you see out there is just what you see inside
[02:40.25] Reality is nothing than the register
[02:42.62] Of crimes of a humankind
[02:44.86] Now you agree it's up to us to do the what? s right
[02:47.40] Right comes along with fortune
[02:48.89] But fortune is a furtive friend indeed
[02:50.85] You can only find the key of fortune in yourself
[02:53.78] I'm tired, would you take me home
[02:59.79] Where I can rest in your arms
[03:03.55] I don't need to make amends
[03:07.34] But the streets where you take me home
[03:13.14] Recall my paranoid circus of formative years
[03:20.84] Of formative years
[03:21.24] I'm so tired
[03:25.18]
[00:28.60] For the promise to find out
[00:31.93] What it is all about
[00:34.34] It's already down to heads or tails
[00:40.46] Moira did belief in virtue and honesty but
[00:44.29] You know innocence breaks so easily
[00:47.08] So you can't choose it's not on you to know what's right
[00:50.50] Everything is set for the final fight
[00:53.59] Deep inside you know it's not just black or white
[00:57.76] You are well prepared for the final fight
[01:00.44] Every day is judged by the framework
[01:01.99] Of your certain point of view
[01:04.29] Life is change just like the withering truth
[01:07.43] Truth is just a philosophic term
[01:09.01] That doesn't serve the ways of life
[01:11.36] Those who want to know bout life must
[01:13.69] Find the trace of truth
[01:14.67] I'm tired, would you take me home
[01:19.59] Where I can rest in your arms
[01:22.74] I don't need to make amends
[01:27.10] But the streets where you take me home
[01:32.81] Recall my paranoid circus of formative years
[02:07.29] Playback life and anabolic arguments instead
[02:11.71] Maybe that's it all about
[02:14.32] It's already down to heads or tails
[02:20.10] So she killed herself on a lovely morning
[02:23.94] And the rising sun smiled in her numbly eyes
[02:27.15] So please show me where the truth is in that sweet tale
[02:30.60] You have to admit, it's nothing but a bale
[02:33.72] Everything has failed if you can't see what's bright
[02:37.02] What you see out there is just what you see inside
[02:40.25] Reality is nothing than the register
[02:42.62] Of crimes of a humankind
[02:44.86] Now you agree it's up to us to do the what? s right
[02:47.40] Right comes along with fortune
[02:48.89] But fortune is a furtive friend indeed
[02:50.85] You can only find the key of fortune in yourself
[02:53.78] I'm tired, would you take me home
[02:59.79] Where I can rest in your arms
[03:03.55] I don't need to make amends
[03:07.34] But the streets where you take me home
[03:13.14] Recall my paranoid circus of formative years
[03:20.84] Of formative years
[03:21.24] I'm so tired
[03:25.18]