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Bathe in another man's grave
In time we'll follow
Save all your thoughts for these days
Don't steal just borrow
Well a high wire
Is a dangerous game
But a hard act to follow
If I fly high like a moth to a flame
Would your eyes be the size of sorrow?
Pain, I can understand pain
Sometimes you just sw*llow
Say we can make it OK
Don't steal just borrow
With the high wire
Is a dangerous game
But a hard act to follow
If I fly high like a moth to a flame
Would your eyes be the size of sorrow?