| I feel it beneath my skin
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| Beneath my very soul it’s just like I cannot win
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| My eyes seek to criticize
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| They seem to overlook those times that I told you all these lies
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| This place seems to medicate
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| This tightened rope inside confines my actions to this circus
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| I hear deep inside my mind
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| Buried deep within my spirit, I cannot hide
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| My voice speaks a bitter word
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| Lost to my own preconceptions, a voice you’ve never heard
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| This place seems to medicate
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| This tightened rope inside confines my actions to this goddamn circus
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| Nightmares seem to threaten me
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| The final act you’ll never know
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| We balance on the tight rope
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| I, I walk the line (Walk the line)
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| Between the spaces where your heart and voice collide
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| I, I walk the line (Walk the line)
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| Between the peaks and cracks where you hide all your lies
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| I am inside
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| I am inside
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| I am inside
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| This place seems to medicate
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| This tightened rope inside confines my actions to this circus
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| Nightmares seem to threaten me
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| The final act you’ll never know
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| We balance on the tight rope |