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Monday, December 16, 2002

When you smile at me
It's just to hide the pain in there
When you talk to me
It's just so you won't ache with fear

You're walking on this highwire
walking on this thinnest of ropes
If you fall, lose your balance
there goes all your biggest hopes

So don't be startled and
fall to the ground
no one's there to catch
you won't make a sound

All alone they'll find your soul
it'll be a mystery, that is true
of how this passion slipped and fell
from night so old to day so new