Tightropes left to walk.
Your good times are my nightmare,
God says if we meet there.
A high horse has fallen,
The rider’s been tossed.
Trying to understand complex subjects… one failure at a time.
Tightropes left to walk.
Your good times are my nightmare,
God says if we meet there.
A high horse has fallen,
The rider’s been tossed.
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