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I'd grown accustomed to the touching |
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The stares and the umbrellas |
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That you held atop my hairs |
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When the subtle rain befell us |
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The acrobat safely steps |
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Above the safety net |
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Faced the lengthy stretch |
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And didn't even seem to sweat the place of the net |
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Whether the taste the grace of the final place |
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Or face the hated misstep |
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He trusts the heart string net |
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Will always be there dressed to catch |
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I make mistakes like the next but I never make regrets |
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I'm not upset I climbed those steps and tried to cross that thing |
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I don't blame you or anyone when we cut strings |
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But I don't look forward to interviewing the new applying sets of arms |
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That will catch me and protect me from the potential bodily harm |
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Catch me and protect me with their wit and charm |
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So I raise the sacred bar and take a charge across that bloody cable |
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Take a step into my quest and try to hold my body stable |
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Take a guess at futures next and wonder when I'm who's the next net to come along and try and save you |
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I'm game to |
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Talking loving and maintaining the friendship |
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But I know that will never fit because it will always be second best |
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Mothers cover their children's eyes |
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Children peek through it |
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And everyone held their breath |
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'Cause I was working without a net |
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And everyone held their breath |
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'Cause I was working without a net |
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And everyone held their breath |
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'Cause I was working without a net |
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And everyone held their breath |
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'Cause I was working without a net |
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And everyone held their breath |
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'Cause I was working without a net |
