On the end of a tight rope
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I¡¯m over the town
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I¡¯d be good in a circus
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But so would a clown
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From the way that I feel
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All my hang-ups are down
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In the middle of nowhere
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I found me a tree
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And the fruit that we live on
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Reminds me of me
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Though we live in the air
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I¡¯m not sure that we¡¯re free
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And I don¡¯t really have much to say
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`Cause I¡¯m Living from day to day
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Somewhere
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And I don¡¯t care what the people say
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`Cause if everyone know the way we¡¯re nowhere.
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Two & two make four
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They never make five
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And as long as we know it
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We all can survive
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Make sure that the things you do
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Keep us alive
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And I don¡¯t really have much to say
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`Cause I¡¯ve living from day to day
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Somewhere
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And I don¡¯t care what the people say
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`Cause if everyone knows the way we¡¯re nowhere.
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Is the image I¡¯m making
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The image I see
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When the man in the mirror
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Is talking to me
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Man In The Mirror
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| Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young |
