| Oh, the child is an acrobat
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| And he walks upon the wire
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| Knowing well that he might fall
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| Still he climbs up higher
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| If he should slip he will surely die
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| And his body will break and his soul will fly
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| Into the night where the spirits scream
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| He will leave this world and become a dream
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| Oh, my father was a sailor
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| And he lived upon the water
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| Knowing well that he might drown
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| He sailed beyond the harbor
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| If he should fall, he will surely die
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| And his body will sink and his soul will fly
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| Into the night where the spirits scream
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| He will leave this world and become a dream
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| He will leave this world and become a dream
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| Nothing will change, nothing will change
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| Nothing will change, nothing will change
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| Oh, the time goes by, nothing will
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| Nothing will, nothing will, nothing will
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| My love she is my saving grace
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| She holds me through the winter
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| Knowing well that I will leave
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| Still she holds me closer
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| And if my heart should break, well, I will surely die
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| And my blood will flow and my soul will fly
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| Into the night where the spirits scream
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| I will leave this world and become a dream
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| I will leave this world and become a dream
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| I will leave this world and become a dream |