The Greatest Showman

Music has a dangerous magic
That muddles my mind
Mixing joy with the outrage
I think I would feel
If the tune stopped to let me think
Of the constrained choices exploited
By the greatest hustler
The melodies mask the fact
That maybe the bearded lady didn't want
To lead a choir, or the giant a spotlight stage left,
But to let them survive, we demanded they let us gather round
So they could see the value of their differences lay
In the line they allowed the crowd to draw between
Normal and not