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baby walks a wire without a net |
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baby gives his heart with no regret |
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and from this height where he'll risk the fall |
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for a glimpse of what might be |
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he waits for me |
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I can trace my memory through the dust |
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the ruins of my wanderlust |
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but those are lost who try to cross through |
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the sorrow fields too easily |
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he waits for me |
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I have seen love's wings of grace |
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cross his fallen-angel face |
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baby walks a wire so perilous |
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offers up his hope like a prayer for us |
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to finally feel love's worldly weight |
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lean up against my garden gate |
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he waits for me |