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Twirling on the border of defeat, Whoops, there goes my stability. I guess I should have known, There's no way I'm going to be free.
Swinging over my demise, Oops, there goes my grip. I guess I should have known, One of these days I'm going to slip.
Dancing on the edge of darkness, I think I'm going to fall. I look around, no one sees me. No one sees me at all.