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So much I'm taking for granted

I don't care, if it wasn't mine, why do I have it

This time my bones are telling me something

My heart's gone mute

But, I've got a loving friend in my head

Yeah, that's my excuse

Who really has a clue what life is

Other than splitting cells and eventual death



If you want, you should stay

Make a decision

Steady your arms so you can steer

Ten stories high

On the shoulders of a unicyclist's worst fear

Performing in a tightrope parade

Chancing life on nylon no thicker than a razor's blade

When a rush of wind comes and sweeps his balance away

Yeah, I guess it's that kind of a situation



I can feel for you no more than I can feel for an insect

And, God, I wish it wasn't the case

But, when you dissect a relationship and it doesn't break

And you're not ready for the reality of remaing afraid

Then, you realize you're not ready for love

And, you're not really in love at all



Ten years in the future, we may have had a chance

But, when you're already ten stories high

The weight of an additional lie can leave you falling before you even know it



Where's the fireman's net

Where's the fireman's net