I didn’t find my, my way out. All the suburbs strapped in the mind. All the city that all fast up, That gives the reason when you fall.
On a tightrope, that is eager to be On a tightrope, stretch out the two side of me, On a tightrope, and I can’t see the ground, On a tightrope, but I’m not looking down.
I had to hate you to love you more But I can’t forgive that you made me poor. I’ve every answer of blood, so true And you made me break my, my catimal rule.
On a tightrope, that is eager to be On a tightrope, stretch out the two side of me, On a tightrope, and I can’t see the ground, On a tightrope, but I’m not looking down.
On a tightrope.
On a tightrope, that is eager to be On a tightrope, stretch out the two side of me, On a tightrope, and I can’t see the ground, On a tightrope, but I’m not looking down.