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Two people caught on a string |
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A high-wire act above the center ring |
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While the audience is wondering |
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If we'll make it back |
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Two people up on a wire |
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Overhead and under fire |
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While the audience enquire |
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If it's just a knack |
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Strangers, after all, we find we're strangers |
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After all this time |
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We've made the long and the lonely climb |
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And now we've reached the part |
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Where we find we're strangers |
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We were strangers from the start |
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Two people caught in the tide |
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On the edge of love and pride |
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And both afraid to approach the side |
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And fall again |
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Two people playing the part |
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But which is life and which is art |
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And isn't it a little late |
