Circle
Birds circle around high in the sky waiting for to feed
The noises are familiar the children scream of greed
The beach is long and baron like the town turning just to thieve
I don't quite know what happened maybe the laughter caught the breeze
Go down to the pleasure beach and you must pay to enter as people with sad faces leave
A world full of anger and no ride is going to help you or make you feel pleased
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 11:25 PM UTC
Circle
Birds circle around high in the sky waiting for to feed
The noises are familiar the children scream of greed
The beach is long and baron like the town turning just to thieve
I don't quite know what happened maybe the laughter caught the breeze
Go down to the pleasure beach and you must pay to enter as people with sad faces leave
A world full of anger and no ride is going to help you or make you feel pleased
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