| I’d grown accustomed to the touching
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| The stares and the umbrellas
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| That you held atop my hairs
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| When the subtle rain befell us
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| The acrobat safely steps
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| Above the safety net
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| Faced the lengthy stretch
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| And didn’t even seem to sweat the place of the net
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| Whether he taste the grace of the final place
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| Or face the hated misstep
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| He trusts the heart string net
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| Will always be there dressed to catch
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| I make mistakes like the next but I never make regrets
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| I’m not upset I climbed those steps and tried and tried to cross that thing
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| I don’t blame you or anyone when we cut strings
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| But I don’t look forward to interviewing the new applying sets of arms
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| That will catch me and protect me from the potential bodily harm
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| Catch me and protect me with their wit and charm
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| So I raise the sacred bar and take a charge across that bloody cable
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| Audience applause will let me cross and
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| Take a step into my quest and try to hold my body stable
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| Take a guess at future’s next and wonder when I fall in
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| And who’s the next to come along and try and save you
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| I’m game to
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| Talking and maintaining the friendship
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| But I know that will never fit because it will always be second best
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| Mothers cover their children’s eyes
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| Children peek through it
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| And everyone held their breath
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| Cause I was working without a net
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| And everyone held their breath
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| Cause I was working without a net
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| And everyone held their breath
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| Cause I was working without a net
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| And everyone held their breath
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| Cause I was working without a net
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| And everyone held their breath
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| Cause I was working without a net |