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Parade The Day Growing Old

, no right to leave the circus 'til we've said good-night. The same performance, in the same old way; it's the same old story to this Passion Play.

In my old home Demons dress well In my old home Infants are nailed In my old home Spirits are jailed In my old home Grudges grow tails In my old home

gold you can never grow old Where dreams are made, your love parade (chorus) Your dreams are made inside the love parade It's a holiday inside the love parade

I grow another foot and I lose a bunch of weight Every time I login Online I?m out in Hollywood I?m 6 foot 5 and I look damn good Even on a slow day

of gold you can never grow old Where dreams are made, your love parade (chorus) Your dreams are made inside the love parade It's a holiday inside the love parade

I grow another foot and I lose a bunch of weight Every time I login Online I?m out in Hollywood I?m 6 foot 5 and I look damn good Even on a slow day

day i'm old, a blindman in his parade i'm old, i'm old, i'm old, i'm old i'm old, i'm so old and lonely i'm old, and if it ain't god did someone blinded

of gold you can never grow old Where dreams are made, your love parade (chorus) Your dreams are made inside the love parade It's a holiday inside the love parade