(Graham Nash)
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On the end of a tight rope 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 all my hang-ups are down
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In the middle of nowhere 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 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 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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Two and two make four 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 keep us alive
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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 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 the image I see
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When the man in the mirror is talking to me
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Man In The Mirror
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| Crosby & Nash |
