Tore up like your baby blue jeans
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I was stepping through a fog
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Under pressure, but I'm feeling weightless
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Can't let heaven's pin-striped shooting
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Leave you carrying a cross
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Across the desert when you're feeling faithless
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After all, this haze is only temporary
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Laughter falls on deaf ears in the auditorium
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Stories stacked up so tall
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And you don't talk me down
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You're talkin me through
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Bright lights, this platform fire
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I'm a man on a wire
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You're here for the view
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Scattered in the mist, I'm moving
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It's getting hard for you to watch
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You're under pressure when I'm feeling weightless
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Up where tensions aren't computing
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No, I've never fallen off
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At least I'd like to think that your worry's wasted
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Worry's wasted on me
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After all, this haze may not be temporary
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I heard you call
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From the back row of the auditorium
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Stories stacked up so tall
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And you don't talk me down
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You're talkin me through
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Bright lights, our platform fire
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I'm a man on a wire
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You're here for the view
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I'm a man on a wire
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You're here for the view
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So tell me what you think
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When you see me there
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Tell me what you see
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When the smoke is clear
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Tore up like your baby blue jeans
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I was stepping through a fog
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Stories stacked up so tall
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And you don't talk me down
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You're talkin me through
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Yeah just like you always do
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Bright lights, our platform fire
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I'm a man on a wire
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You're here for the view
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I'm a man on a wire
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You're here for the view
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Bright lights, our platform fire
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I'm a man on a wire
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You'll talk me through
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Platform Fire
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| Jack's Mannequin |