Tono: B
Introducción:
B
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G D
There's a man out here puts his head in the mouth of a crocodile,
G D
Puts the whole thing in, takes it out, and gives the crowd a great big smile,
Em D
And they walk away with their illusions of safety safely in - tact,
G D
And they tell their little wide eyed kids, "It's only an act!"
G D
There's a man out here throws knives at a wheel, with a blindfold on,
G D
And the wheel spins round, and the knives bear down till they find their home,
Em D
And I can feel the rush, and the whoosh, of every blade of steel,
G D
Some - times I get lonely, sometimes I get scared, but most times bored,
G D
Some - times I ask God, "Please, God, just show me what's be - hind that door!",
Em D
As if God was Monty Hall, and this was 'Let's make a deal',
G D
Had a sweet little baby in Coeur D'Alene, he was an acrobat,
G D
Took me out on the wire, man, I never knew love could feel like that,
G D
But, in the end, he was a man who couldn't keep his feet on the ground too long,
G D
In the end it's just another highwire act gone wrong!
G D
So it's on with the show, and it's send in the clowns, and the trapeze act,
G D
And it's more of the same, and it's less of a game than a cold... hard... fact,
Em D
Most times, it's better not to ask myself how I feel,
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G D
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G D
Now I know what you're thinking, as the knives fly by, and they find their mark,
G D
You're thinking, one false move, and it's a real bad day at the a - musement park,
G D
You wouldn't wanna be me, but you need me just the same,
G D
To re - mind you what you stand to lose, and what you stand to gain!
G D
They say I've got a death wish, yeah, but I don't think that's true,
G D
As far as I can see, it's less about me, and more about you,
Em D
You see, it ain't your fears, so much as what your fears re - veal,
G D
I'm just the woman on the wheel!
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