| Well the road can be a circus, a death defying act
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| But the clowns don’t come around no more since the monkeys off my back
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| I stand here on the stage, as the house lights fade to black
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| Your love helps me forget, I’m working without a net
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| Up on the high wire, I hear the crowd begin to call
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| Some want you to fly, some want to see you fall
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| Now and then I stumble, but I ain’t fallen yet
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| Your love helps me forget, I’m working without a net
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| I used to depend on some things I did not need
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| I leaned on some crutches that kept me off my feet
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| Standing here without them now, well it scares me half to death
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| Your love helps me forget, I’m working without a net
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| Up on the high wire, I hear the crowd begin to call
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| Some want you to fly, some want to see you fall
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| Now and then I stumble, but I ain’t fallen yet
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| Your love helps me forget, I’m working without a net |