| On the stage, I live a real life,
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| And a reviving ray shines in my face.
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| And there, behind the scenes, is a small box,
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| In which they lock me up.
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| I don't want to walk on a thread, on a thread,
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| From now on I am, from now on I am, from now on I am alive.
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| I don't want to walk on a thread, on a thread,
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| From now on I am, from now on I am alive.
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| Thin threads stretch to my hands,
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| As if on stage without them I would stumble.
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| Hey, up there, you let me go,
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| I can manage without invisible threads!
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| I don't want to walk on a thread, on a thread,
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| From now on I am, from now on I am, from now on I am alive.
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| I don't want to walk on a thread, on a thread,
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| From now on I am, from now on I am alive.
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| And the songs of the last last note
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| It has already sounded, and it will subside now.
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| And someone pulls me again by the hands,
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| Taking you backstage again.
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| I don't want to walk on a thread, on a thread,
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| From now on I am, from now on I am, from now on I am alive.
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| I don't want to walk on a thread, on a thread,
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| From now on I am, from now on I am alive. |