| Little pink dress, hanging by her knees
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| Just overhead on the old trapeze
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| In the old tent tonight, spotlight going round
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| One of these nights the old girl’s going down
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| Hallelujah, the old girl’s going down
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| She started with us on the back of a horse
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| Just seventeen and already divorced
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| She took to the air with the greatest of ease
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| Like she was born to be gliding on the old trapeze
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| Some people don’t care if they live or they die
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| Some people want to know what it feels like to fly
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| They gather their courage and they give it a try
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| And some guy broke her heart and how her heart it did ache
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| So she went to the tent of the lady of the snakes
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| Who gave her a potion and she drank it in
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| After that her heart never ached again
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| After that her heart never ached again
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| Some people don’t care if they live or they die
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| Some people want to know what it feels like to fly
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| They gather their courage and they give it a try
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| Fall under the wheels of a time going by
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| Little pink dress, hanging by her knees
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| Just overhead on the old trapeze
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| In the old tent tonight, spotlight going round
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| One of these nights the old girl’s going down
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| One of these nights the old girl’s going down
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| One of these nights the old girl’s going down
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| One of these nights the old girl’s going down
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| Halle-, halle-, halle-
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| Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
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| Hallelujah |