I'm tryin' to walk up the stairs
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My hands are snatchin' at the slivers of light
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I'm stickin' to the steps
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Each one a release from the place below
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I'm on a mission
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On the hunt for clean, clear vapour skies
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'cos I'm choking on my own, I need some air
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The dark skies behind me
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Begging you to scrape off your disco paint
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It's open to the night
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And I'm sick as a hospital and empty factories
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You look so tiny, so very unimportant
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I'm nearly there and everything feels fine
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Don't wanna look behind me
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Don't wanna look beneath me
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Every movement, every vibration
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Every movement, every vibration
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High above piss city
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Watch the pigs-ear people, all dead in their droves
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Some shuffle in silence
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Some gorge sucking on silicone
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I've got the urge to jump
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Watch my life whizz by, fast forward flash
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But hold on boy, I feel alive
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Don't want to look behind me
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Don't want to look beneath me
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Every movement, every vibration
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Every movement, every vibration
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Don't want to look behind me
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Don't want to look beneath me
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Every movement, every vibration
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Every movement, every vibration
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Don't want to look behind me
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Don't want to look beneath me
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Every movement, every vibration
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Every movement, every vibration
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Tightrope Walker
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Therapy? |