| You can slam the door and walk from here to Georgia
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| You can burn old friends ‘til one by one they fall
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| You can spend your last thin dime
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| Tryin' to make yourself feel fine
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| You can cry through every story
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| But I’ve heard them all
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| Oh, when no one’s sleeping in your empty bedroom
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| And the clock is ticking down the darkened hall
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| You can say you’ve always been blue
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| But I know that just ain’t true
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| But when you’re walking on a tightrope
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| I won’t let you fall
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| When you’re walking on a tightrope
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| Baby, I won’t let you fall
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| You may have never loved me like you ought to
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| You may have hung up every time I called
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| You can walk from here to Georgia
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| But just don’t slam the door
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| ‘Cause when you’re walking on a tightrope
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| I won’t let you fall
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| When you’re walking on that tightrope
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| When you’re walking on a tightrope
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| Baby, I won’t let you fall |