| There’s a room it’s all broke and tattered
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| Where they say someone died
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| And the girl she ain’t sure what happened
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| So she thinks she’s alive
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| Hey come and walk the wire with me
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| Right to the other side
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| Yeah come and walk the wire with me
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| Eyes really open wide
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| But night after night she’s still walking alone
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| The ghost of a memory once so well known
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| Though no-one can think of her real name
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| She still hears the sound of the crowd in vain
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| Rising up on a white horse she came
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| Every night she would ride
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| Deep in touch with her Zodiac signs
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| And her Indian guide
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| There was magic in the air
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| Danger followed behind
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| She appeared in a circle of flame
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| And the ringmaster cried
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| It’s a place, that’s too long forgotten
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| Though you’ll still hear the sounds
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| But the flower will no longer blossom
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| And no people come round
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| She’s walking on the wire again
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| A wave to greet them all
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| She’s walking on the wire again
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| Don’t know she’s gonna fall
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| But no-one's aware that she’s trapped there in time
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| She still keeps repeating the very same line
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| Yeah find me a preacher with tales to tell
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| I’ll — I’ll show him something to ring his bell
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| Standing up there like a shadow
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| Dressed in scarlet and in gold
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| Standing waiting for the moment
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| A story forever to be told
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| Rising up on a white horse she came
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| Every night she would ride
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| Deep in touch with her Zodiac signs
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| And her Indian guide
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| There was magic in the air
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| Danger followed behind
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| She appeared in a circle of flame
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| And the ringmaster cried |