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The beat, the beat at my temples; |
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my pulse, my pulse in a rush. |
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I'm feeling increasingly mental, |
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legs shaking , my face flushed. |
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The lights so bright in a dazzle, |
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the pumping that thumps at my chest. |
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I'm feeling increasingly frazzled, |
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need some comfort, need some bedrest |
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or some kind of intervention, |
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cold sweat beading up on my brow, |
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the hairs on my neck at attention. |
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I don't know why but somehow |
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I'm highly strung, I'm stressed as hell, |
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I bite my tongue, I hold my breath as well. |
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The iron lung, the diving bell... |
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time to depressurise, my nerves are shot to hell. |
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The beat, the heat is astounding, |
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the pressure, the tension full-blown, |
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the static is cracking around me. |
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I can't hold on, I can't let go... |
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I'm highly strung, panic attack, |
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can't do this one, can't go on with the act. |
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I'm frozen on the topmost rung, |
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I can't go on, I'm just too highly strung. |
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Hold her steady as she goes, |
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just be ready, on your toes, |
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hold her steady...there she blows! |
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The case is shut, the song is sung, |
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the wire's been cut and the acrobat's well hung. |
