In the street band that’s in my head
Everyone around me is a lead singer
And they are all singing together

A circle of mask-wearing clowns that surrounds me
And they are dancing around me in a merry go-round
And they are singing… They are singing…
Holding out slippery hands and changing masks

And I am so tired from listening to their noise
And of the silence of standing there alone
Talking to a clown who doesn’t listen

Lying tired in bed
Cannot sleep
Without you?

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