| Walking the tightrope
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| Now no consequences
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| Walking the tightrope
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| Numb and defenceless
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| I knocked on your door
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| And you answered quite quickly
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| Said I could not come in
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| But we could walk around the garden together
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| Arm in arm, enjoying the weather
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| And inspecting the crops
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| Green beans in profusion, long and straight
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| Burdering the wine like weeping willow
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| Ripe red tomatoes, soft and sweet
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| Perched upon their furry stalk
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| Begging you to pluck
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| Crisp cucumbers proud bell peppers
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| Radiating eighteen shades of life
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| Life life life life
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| Life life life life life
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| Life life life life
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| Life life life life life
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| One green plastic basket of extra large
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| Extra sweet, extra well-fed strawberries
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| We ate them one by one 'til there was just one left
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| The largest, sweetest, extra fancy
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| And then we alternated bite by bite until it was all gone
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| Then it was all gone
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| All gone
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| Walking the tightrope
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| Now no consequences
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| Walking the tightrope
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| Numb and defenceless
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| Can you spare any change for me tonight?
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| I need something to eat, somewhere to sleep tonight
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| Can you spare any change for me tonight?
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| I need something to hold, something to hold me tonight
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| Can you spare any change for me tonight?
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| I need someone to love, someone to love me tonight
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| Life life life life
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| Life life life life life
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| Life life life life
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| Life life life life life
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| Walking the tightrope |