LINES N' LYRIX

1960s

In a while will the smile
on my face turn to plaster?
Stick around while the
clown who is sick does
the trick of disaster
For the race of my head
and my face is
moving much faster
Is it strange I
​should change?
I don't know.
Why don't you ask her?
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