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Hanging by a Thread
Oh how I wish to be weightless
And I wouldn't have to be here
The threat of ever falling down
Would all but disappear
My fingers wouldn't be slipping
I'd float aimlessly through the air
I would never have to worry
About the trouble everywhere
But alas its here I'm hanging
As if i were a maiden dead
It's slipping fast, I'm slipping-
I'm hanging by a thread
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