BROADCASTER LYRICS

"Tightrope Walker"

You got me by the tongue
And you can talk circles around most anyone
And you wear your father’s t-shirts like they’re your own
You got, you got, you got, you got me hanging on
But you never seem to worry about those little things
And you’re shutting your phone off when it rings

And you wear your hair down
And you change your clothes
You’re a tightrope walker and everybody knows
That you got somewhere to go

You can’t stay in for the night
And you love the city air, but you hate the sights
You watch the people count as the minutes go by
Killing their time, while you make the most of your life
But you never seem to worry about how you’ll get back home
You just park your car, leave it at the bar

And you wear your hair down
And you change your clothes
You’re a tightrope walker and everybody knows
That you drink real heavy
And you talk real slow
You’re a tightrope walker and everybody knows
That you got somewhere to go

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