Dance across the tightrope long,
Tipsy from the height
Pose before the big cameras,
As a model might
Leave your bedroom door ajar,
Let the cold air in
Give a little squeal of joy
Every time you win
It's not about the way you look
As long as you know the game
You can't find it in a book
The way to glide along
I'll teach you how to be yourself
Despite your pressuring friends
So take yourself back off the shelf
And slip out of your chains
Sidle down the narrow path,
Leave it all behind
You don't need to look away,
You weren't created blind
Give yourself a summer break
Just forget to work
Remember that the greatest joys
'Round the corner lurk
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