| Deep in a wood
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| Where nothing is seen
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| A tightrope is strung to his heel
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| And high on the walk
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| He’s down on one knee
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| He waits for the slow of the breeze
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| Ooh, wow
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| Look at him now on his feet
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| High up in the sky
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| And every moment, extends endlessly
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| If feels as though time isn’t moving
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| And every second, hold breath not to breathe
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| And watch as he moves to the beat
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| Well down on the floor
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| I watch from my seat
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| I watch as he sways with the trees
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| And slowly he moves
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| But so elegantly
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| I’m all on the edge of my seat
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| On the tightrope everything’s bare
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| All that there is from here to there
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| On the tightrope the goal is quite clear
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| Don’t lose yourself in your
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| Fear
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| Everyone waits on a walk
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| Some are long and some small
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| But all of them tall
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| And everyone must make a choice
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| Will I go for it all, and possibly fall
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| The tightrope is thin
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| I could possibly win on the walk
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| Well high on the walk
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| The tightrope it bends
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| And nobody knows where it ends
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| To win or to lose you’re all on your own
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| 'Cause everyone must be alone
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| On the tightrope everything’s bare
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| All that there is from here to there
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| On the tightrope the goal is quite clear
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| Don’t lose yourself in your fear |