| Girl on a wire, it’s a balancing act
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| My heart in my mouth again
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| Nervously fumbling, secretly stumbling
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| Looking for the right chord
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| Eye on the prize, but blinded by fear
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| The muscles and blood arrive
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| Hissing of wings, hysterical flame
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| Beckoning her on toward
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| Because the win is everything and nothing now
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| And all is life late like memories
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| I’m losing my nerve again
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| Am I losing my nerve again?
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| Lost in the glare of the cruel white light
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| The circus of one below
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| So brittle and bold, ready to score
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| Something beyond the end
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| I want to know where the black-eyed goes
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| Lost in himself alone
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| Simple in words, eye on the prize
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| Silently believing
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| But the win is everything and nothing now
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| And all my life late like memories
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| The win is everything, it’s everything
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| I’m finding my nerve again
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| I’m finding my nerve again
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| Girl on a wire
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| Girl on a wire |