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Was she ever seeking consolation |
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Was she ever prey to the tears |
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Isn't she reeking of masturbation |
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Like the rest of us |
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She learned to dance by herself |
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Finding peace on intolerance |
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And the current roaring his name |
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She learned to free herself |
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She learned to walk without fear |
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And with that slightly bowed grace of her |
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Tightrope walker |
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Tightrope walker |
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Tightrope walker |
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Tightrope walker |
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She read the books of twilight |
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But there's no guardian of hers but him |
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For whom she'd weep and die the death that doesn't die |
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Oh, she's no friend of mine |
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I would've been back on my knees in no time |
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I do not flow in her river |
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Quick or slow |
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She's a |
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Tightrope walker |
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Tightrope walker |
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Tightrope walker |
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Tightrope walker |
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Tightrope walker |
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(Her thoughts so cruel and radiant) |
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Tightrope walker |
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(You would sleep inside her fragrance) |
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Tightrope walker |
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(You'd get lost in her dance) |
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Tightrope walker |
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(She's a port reached by chance) |
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Tightrope walker |
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(She doesn't live on fury and sound) |
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Tightrope walker |
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(But she carries honey and silk) |
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Tightrope walker |
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(She will go for your tongue) |
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Tightrope walker |
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(She's like wild milk) |
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Tightrope walker |
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Tightrope walker |
