| I didn’t find my, my way out
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| All the suburbs strapped in the mind
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| All the city that all fast up
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| That gives the reason when you fall
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| On a tightrope, that is eager to be
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| On a tightrope, stretch out the two side of me
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| On a tightrope, and I can’t see the ground
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| On a tightrope, but I’m not looking down
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| I had to hate you to love you more
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| But I can’t forgive that you made me poor
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| I’ve every answer of blood, so true
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| And you made me break my, my catimal rule
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| On a tightrope, that is eager to be
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| On a tightrope, stretch out the two side of me
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| On a tightrope, and I can’t see the ground
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| On a tightrope, but I’m not looking down
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| On a tightrope
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| On a tightrope, that is eager to be
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| On a tightrope, stretch out the two side of me
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| On a tightrope, and I can’t see the ground
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| On a tightrope, but I’m not looking down
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| On a tightrope, that is eager to be
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| On a tightrope, stretch out the two side of me
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| On a tightrope, and I can’t see the ground
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| On a tightrope, but I’m not looking down |