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[ti:tightrope] |
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[ar:the stone roses] |
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[al:rock garden - leeds town & country club] |
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[offset:-100] |
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You should've been an angel, it would've suited you |
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My gold-leaf tryptic angel, she knows just what to do |
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In the half-light of morning, in a world between the sheets |
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I swear I saw her angel wing, my vision was complete |
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And I know I'll never want another lover, my sweet |
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Can there be more in this world than the joy of just watching ya sleep? |
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Won't someone tell me my love's real? |
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Are we etched in stone or just scratched in the sand |
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Waiting for the waves to come and reclaim the land? |
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Will the sunshine all sweetness and light |
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Burn us to a cinder, our third stone satellite? |
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I'm on a tightrope, baby, nine miles high |
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Striding through the clouds on my ribbon in the sky |
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I'm on a tightrope, baby, one thing I've found |
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I don't know how to stop |
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It's a long, long, long, long way down |
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She's all that ever mattered and all that ever will |
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My cup, it runneth over, I'll never get my fill |
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The boats in the harbor slip from their chains |
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Head for new horizons, let's do the same |
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And it's a tightrope, baby, nine miles high |
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And it's a long, long, long, long way down |
