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My hands are shaking |
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eyes focused on you |
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I'm only doing what I've got to do |
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when I can't face it |
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when I'm dead on my feet |
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six o'clock in the morning |
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asleep on the street |
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miss tightrope walker |
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high up on your wire |
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don't look down |
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keep walking. |
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It's getting dark now |
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Ten years to dawn |
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can't wait for the first rays |
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to make myself warm |
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one day I ran away into the sun |
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one day I'm hoping maybe I'll feel like someone. |
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miss tightrope walker |
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high up on your wire |
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don't look down |
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I'm watching |
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miss tightrope walker |
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high up on your wire |
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don't look down |
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keep walking |
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By Eliane |
