The juggler he keeps all the balls safely in the air
I know it, because I’ve seen it
in a circus long ago somewhere
With the dancing horses
and the masters whip
See the trapeze lady
do the backward flip
How wonderful, how masterful
How perfectly not like me
How perfectly not like me
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Now life has such abundance
If I could only play the game
Of juggling and back flips and swords
And the swallowing of flame
But the girl is gone, and the show’s left town
All my best laid plans lay scattered all around
But it was wonderful, so magical
So perfectly not like me
So perfectly not like me
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The juggler he keeps all the balls
safely in the air, effortlessly confident
and with a wave as if he didn’t care
I look at him and I see me
Defying laws of gravity
How wonderful to be masterful
And juggle perfectly
To juggle perfectly
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- Written by Jimmy MacCarthy and Alan Roy Scott
Jimmy MacCarthy 