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im on the trapeze of everyday. seven oclock came early with no sunrise. and to my surprise, i think i realized it was all of my own device. the flight was oh so long, and im still hangin on, to the arm of someone i dont even know. the feeble grind will slay the mind. how did i get this far off the ground? and to my surprise, i think i realized this is not the life that i need. and im caught inside the circle and youre caught inside the circle and its movin on, its on, its life inside the circle. its that time of year again. remember when we used to try to get out of this town? displaced burden girl, you know what its like to wake up in the middle of the night.