Was that me up there
On top of that ride
Edge of city fair
You holding me with pride
You seem to rise you chase the prize
You end the show and take a bow
You seem to fall could lose it all
Maybe it's best you don't look now
Was that you in there
Among that wild crowd
All that waiving hair
Everything allowed
You've just begun you think you won
You marry fast and take your vows
You lose the track and circle back
You take a rest but don't look now
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