You walk out on the high wire
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you're a dancer on thin ice
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you pay no heed to the danger
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and less to advice
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your footsteps are forbidden
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but with a knowledge of your sin
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you throw your love to all the strangers
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and caution to the wind
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And you go dancing through doorways
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just to see what you will find
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leaving nothing to interfere
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with the crazy balance of your mind
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and when you finally reappear
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at the place where you came in
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you've thrown your love to all the strangers
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and caution to the wind
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It takes love over gold
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and mind over matter
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to do what you do that you must
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when the things that you hold
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can fall and be shattered
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or run through your fingers like dust
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Love Over Gold
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Dire Straits |