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Tiptoes

Madness

 Waking up again another sleepless night
 Climbing taller buildings more dreams of flight
 In a pool of sweat not knowing what to do
 No more earth-bound feelings a diff'rent point of view

 Moment of truth he heads towards the building
 His glazed eyes stare vacantly following his feelings
 No turning back the door's already shutting
 Standing on his tiptoes to reach the nineteenth button

 To miss a grasping hand
 (I'm falling again)
 And squash a passer-by
 (I'm falling again)
 He wanted to see some evidence
 (I'm falling again)
 That he could really fly

 Balanced on the edge only time could tell
 Some say he was pushed, others say he fell
 Standing on that rooftop his brain told him 'no'
 But all the dreams in nights before told him he must go

 To miss a grasping hand
 (I'm falling again)
 And squash a passer-by
 (I'm falling again)
 He wanted to see some evidence
 (I'm falling again)
 That he could really fly

 His questions and himself
 Nearly fell on stony ground
 He could've embarrassed his family
 Who watched him from the crowd

 Balanced on the edge only time could tell
 Some say he was pushed, others say he fell

 To miss a grasping hand
 (I'm falling again)
 And squash a passer-by
 (I'm falling again)
 He wanted to see some evidence
 (I'm falling again)
 That he could really fly
 (I'm falling ...)

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