#6 - Bird on a Wire / Slow Motion Fire

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Like a bird on a wire
I’ll sit by the fire
And balance my thoughts

If they lean to the right
I’ll be here all night
To learn what I’m taught

If they lean to the left
And get off my chest
I won’t want to stop

Either way, I’m burning up
It’s hotter than hell
And I can find a well of fresh water

My face, a facade
My mood’s a mirage
This smile’s a white lie

I’m nodding my head
At what you just said
But I'm preoccupied