| Was she ever seeking consolation
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| Was she ever prey to the tears
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| Isn’t she reeking of masturbation
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| Like the rest of us
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| She learned to dance by herself
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| Finding peace on intolerance
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| And the current roaring his name
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| She learned to free herself
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| She learned to walk without fear
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| And with that slightly bowed grace of her
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| Tightrope walker
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| Tightrope walker
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| Tightrope walker
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| Tightrope walker
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| She read the books of twilight
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| But there’s no guardian of hers but him
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| For whom she’d weep and die the death that doesn’t die
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| Oh, she’s no friend of mine
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| I would’ve been back on my knees in no time
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| I do not flow in her river
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| Quick or slow
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| She’s a
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| Tightrope walker
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| Tightrope walker
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| Tightrope walker
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| Tightrope walker
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| Tightrope walker
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| (Her thoughts so cruel and radiant)
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| Tightrope walker
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| (You would sleep inside her fragrance)
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| Tightrope walker
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| (You'd get lost in her dance)
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| Tightrope walker
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| (She's a port reached by chance)
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| Tightrope walker
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| (She doesn’t live on fury and sound)
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| Tightrope walker
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| (But she carries honey and silk)
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| Tightrope walker
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| (She will go for your tongue)
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| Tightrope walker
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| (She's like wild milk)
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| Tightrope walker
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| Tightrope walker |