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Based on Belgium 2017
Blanche — City Lights

Cartwheel in, glumly honk my nose
Frightened kids hide behind their dads
The magician got sick with gout
Last resort, it’s the clown they call

See this handkerchief?
Pull, there’s another nine
Flower squirts when squeezed
My vodka inside
Kids’ parties could use wine

Ran away from a broken home
Led astray by a circus man
No-one asks how’s the birthday clown
They just want me to juggle balls

Never felt so free
I’d go where the circus went
He was 22
Our love was… intense
And usually in tents

Go away kid, I need a smoke
Getting nothing from my arm patch
No balloons kid, I’m all worn out
Fine, I’ll make you a fucking dog

Wish I could leave this job behind
But someone’s out there still to find
I could have had a different life

Painting faces, kids look forlorn
Got distracted, made them look sad
Every gig, I scan through the crowds
For the child always in my thoughts

Got knocked-up at 14 years old
Gave my girl to an acrobat
Broken heart beats within this clown
But there’s no-one to hear me talk
Of my troubles

I’m just Bubbles