My grandpa was a barker,
'Til he was frail and thin.
My granny sold the tickets
That let the whole world in.
My uncle was the strongman
My aunty walked the wire
They say my pa's a grocer
Who once had juggled fire?
My mama loves me dearly
And raised me good and kind.
But every face I learned to wear,
Has left my own behind.
'Til he was frail and thin.
My granny sold the tickets
That let the whole world in.
My uncle was the strongman
My aunty walked the wire
They say my pa's a grocer
Who once had juggled fire?
My mama loves me dearly
And raised me good and kind.
But every face I learned to wear,
Has left my own behind.
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