| Babe I know you’re weary
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| Running out of time
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| We don’t know what we’re missing
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| Til it’s on the headlines
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| Babe I know you’re working
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| To figure this all out
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| Sometimes you think you’re going crazy
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| Staring at missing pages
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| It ain’t the money or the fame or the thunder
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| It ain’t the memory of where you thought you’d be
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| It’s just that you feel like a tightrope walker
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| You’ve gone too high to ever land back on your feet
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| Babe I know you’re waiting
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| For something big to start
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| Seems like endless complications
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| Weighing down your heart
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| It ain’t the routines or the phone rings or the players
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| You keep on moving towards where you need to be
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| It’s just sometimes there’s no words to make it better
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| And you want someone else to feel what you need
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| Some people want you to fall
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| You’re gonna hold yourself steady
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| Keep yourself loose and in balance
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| Though you don’t think you are ready
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| It’s just one foot in front of the other now
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| It ain’t the money or the fame or the thunder
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| It ain’t the memory of where you thought you’d be
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| If you’re gonna feel like a tightrope walker
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| Start looking up and don’t you look down at your feet
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| Start looking up and don’t you look down at your feet
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| Start looking up and don’t you look down at your feet |