The card in question missing from my hands
A little late, a solitary space
Is all acceptable in no man's land
No mystery, no beauty queen

A generation sadly is buried in the ground
A nation fools us badly

Stop watching the circus
Start watching the clowns
And all of your answers
Will always be found

We sell the headlines for publicity
The killing scene just another thing
The bad guy is taken from society
After the chase he pleads his case

You'll never stop the circle
What goes and comes around
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