| Sometimes I feel like I’m walking
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| A tightrope from Heaven to Earth
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| Walk steady, walk straight, don’t grumble, don’t be late
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| Get better or you’re going to get hurt
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| So I try to walk balanced and healthy
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| I say I’m fine, wobbles and all
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| But some things I can’t fake, it’s a curse I can’t break
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| No, the tightrope’s no match for the fall
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| No, the tightrope’s no match for the fall
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| Teach me to fall in your direction
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| Teach me to hitch my heart to yours
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| Give me the mind to know the difference
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| Between the cart, the cargo and horse
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| Teach me today I still need saving
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| Show me the measure of your grace
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| When I can’t go on, teach me to climb
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| When I can’t get up, teach me to rise
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| And when I fall, teach me to fly
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| You danced on the tightrope like nothing
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| Made all of the walkers look stiff
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| You forgave the sinner and you condemned the winner
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| So they took that rope and hung you with it
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| But on the third day something happened
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| You rose up and looked for your friends
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| You told them you forgave them and that you’d always be with them
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| And that falling is how you ascend
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| You said falling is how you ascend
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| Teach me to fall in your direction
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| Teach me to hitch my heart to yours
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| Give me the mind to know the difference
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| Between the cart, the cargo and horse
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| Teach me today I still need saving
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| Show me the measure of your grace
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| When I can’t go on, teach me to climb
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| When I can’t get up, teach me to rise
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| And when I fall, teach me to fly |