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My hands are shakingeyes focused on youI'm only doing what I've got to dowhen I can't face itwhen I'm dead on my feetsix o'clock in the morningasleep on the streetmiss tightrope walkerhigh up on your wiredon't look downkeep walking.It's getting dark nowTen years to dawncan't wait for the first raysto make myself warmone day I ran away into the sunone day I'm hoping maybe I'll feel like someone.miss tightrope walkerhigh up on your wiredon't look downI'm watchingmiss tightrope walkerhigh up on your wiredon't look downkeep walking
My hands are shakingeyes focused on youI'm only doing what I've got to dowhen I can't face itwhen I'm dead on my feetsix o'clock in the morningasleep on the streetmiss tightrope walkerhigh up on your wiredon't look downkeep walking.It's getting dark nowTen years to dawncan't wait for the first raysto make myself warmone day I ran away into the sunone day I'm hoping maybe I'll feel like someone.miss tightrope walkerhigh up on your wiredon't look downI'm watchingmiss tightrope walkerhigh up on your wiredon't look downkeep walking