I was catapulted from a cannon,
I’m heading into space,
the catapult was so right for me,
I leave without a trace.
I had walked along a tightrope,
threw skittles in the air,
balanced a ball upon my nose,
while standing on a chair.
The catapult is quick you see,
just sends me right away,
goodbyes are not necessary,
won’t go back another day.
I left the circus in the past,
didn’t much care for the place,
I’ll embrace the world from now,
without a painted face.
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