Dancing on chimney tops
I dance upon the chimney tops, soot all over my face i have no fear of falling, it is the sudden stop that takes its place the fall would be quite tranquil feeling like im floating gliding down with grace until the pavement comes too close and i turn from a solid to a mushy state but hey.... might as well be dancing in the face of death while i work to earn my pay
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