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I'm on a highwire, moving far above the ground |
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I'm on a highwire baby, watch me death-defying |
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It's getting dangerous, mm I'm feeling the juices start to rise |
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I'm on a highwire and I'm alive. |
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I'm on a wheel of fire, spilling my breath into the ground |
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I'm on a bareback cannonball, chasing the speed of sound |
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It's getting dangerous, I'm feeling the crowd begin to rise |
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On a cannonball, cannonball and I'm alive |
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And I'm alive. |
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Sharp the dawn, the morning light descending from the highwire |
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See the pair who bear the flame, prepare to take it to the fire flier |
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Looking down down down. |
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Fair and warm the sounds that drift the morning from the live wire |
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Have to yawn, the horn begins to mingle with the sweet lyre |
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Going down down. |
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Celebration swells the nation singing to the highwire |
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With amazing grace and sweet sensation captured by the high flier |
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Looking down down. |
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I'm on a highwire, moving far above the ground |
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I'm on a highwire baby, watch me death-defying |
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It's getting dangerous, mm I'm feeling the crowd begin to rise |
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I'm on a highwire. |
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I'm on a wheel of fire, spilling my breath into the ground |
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I'm on a bareback cannonball, chasing the speed of sound |
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It's getting dangerous, I'm feeling the crowd begin to rise |
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I'm on a highwire. |