She knows the fear in the eyes of a child
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He wants to soar through the air
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SheĄ¯s only now just beginning to rise
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Part of him's already there
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So she tried to capture the wind in a box
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To liven up her rainy day
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And heĄ¯s so afraid of whatĄ¯s waiting up top
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ItĄ¯s probably better that way
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Cause he wasnĄ¯t that smart and she wasnĄ¯t so strong
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But they went through the motions as if they belonged
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Playing their parts in this travelling show
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And they havenĄ¯t got too far to go
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So he finds the enemy waiting inside
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ItĄ¯s hungry like never before
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And she brushez off the temptation to lie
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ItĄ¯s easier just to ignore
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And then waltzing on glass is no way to survive
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When you trip on the truth to fall back on the lies
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Happier times seem to balance the lows
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And they havenĄ¯t got too far to go
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No more tears today
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No more time to waste
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'Cause when I come to the end of the road
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I know itĄ¯s my time to shine
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So he always wanted to be someone else
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She sometimes wanted to die
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They kept believing in spite of themselves
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Just time to open their eyes
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Cause he wasnĄ¯t that smart and she wasnĄ¯t so strong
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But they went through the motions as if they belonged
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Playing their parts in this travelling show
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And they havenĄ¯t got too far to go
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And then waltzing on glass is no way to survive
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When you trip on the truth to fall back on the lies
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Happier times seem to balance the lows
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And they havenĄ¯t got too far to go
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Too far to go
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It's too far
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To go
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Glass Waltz
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| Vertical Horizon |
