The path you tread is narrow and the drop is shear and very high
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The ravens all are watching from a vantage point near by
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Apprehension creeping like a choo-train up your spine
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Will the tightrope reach the end; will the final cuplet rhyme
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And it's high time
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Cymbaline
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It's high time
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Cymbaline
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Please wake me Butterfly with broken wings is falling by your side
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The ravens all are closing in there's no where you can hide
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Your manager and agent are both busy on the phone
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Selling colored photographs to magazines back home
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And it's high time
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Cymbaline
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It's high time
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Cymbaline
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Please wake me
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The lines converging where you stand they must have moved the picture plane
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The leaves are heavy around your feet you hear the thunder of the train
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Suddenly it strikes you that they're moving into range
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Doctor Strange is always changing size
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And it's high time
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Cymbaline
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It's high time
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Cymbaline
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Please wake me And it's high time
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Cymbaline
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It's high time
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Cymbaline
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Please wake me
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Cymbaline
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| Pink Floyd |