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Step down from the stage now,
Though daylight might make you strange,
Big shoes and painted smiles are becoming at night.
Here out in the real world,
Where the business man wakes to the beckoning sun,
In daylight, what they must think!
Oh, how they laugh. Oh, how we laugh.
Maybe it’s a hooker, maybe it’s a clown,
But it all looks the same when you’re up looking down.
Fasten seatbelts, lock the doors,
Windows block the thunderstorm,
Until I see a figure there,
With a painted face and wild red hair.
Maybe it’s a hooker, maybe it’s a clown,
But it all looks the same when you’re up looking down.
Hail to the fallen star!
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