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In The Style of a Tight Rope Walker Lyrics
You took my hand from the smoking gun and held me like a son.
In light of all I said I'd do, you placed me in a cell.
I'd do the same if I were you.
Honest as a priest.
I held my face up to the sky in the style of a tight rope walker.
I spread my arms and tried to glide in honor of a failed semester.
I picked my life up piece by piece in the style of an awful metaphor.
I wrote your name like an enemy in the center of college ruled paper.
I made my own fate, or I tried, in the likes a cruel dictator.
I took a step to silence you.
What else could you possibly do?
I held my face up to the sky.
I practiced all my silly lies.
In light of all I said I'd do, you placed me in a cell.
I'd do the same if I were you.
Honest as a priest.
I held my face up to the sky in the style of a tight rope walker.
I spread my arms and tried to glide in honor of a failed semester.
I picked my life up piece by piece in the style of an awful metaphor.
I made my own fate, or I tried, in the likes a cruel dictator.
What else could you possibly do?
I held my face up to the sky.
I practiced all my silly lies.
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