Walking to the edge,
Stepping on the cracks,
Standing on a ledge,
Following train tracks.
You are only danger,
and I'm a exquisite stranger.
There's rules you'd like to breach
But I'm dancing out of arm's reach
Perhaps one day you'll take me captive
And I'll find I'm not adaptive
My Chances, however, I'm taking each
And I'm dancing out of your reach
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