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Her mother's feet never left the ground
Never dared to leave that little town
That's why she ain't afraid of looking down
But I bet it gets lonely up there in clouds
When you're barely hanging on it's easy to let go
And wait for the applause after the show
Turns out the fortune teller doesn't even know
How to land the highs and make it through the lows
She's good at making herself smaller
Good at flying, good at bending
Been pretending for so long
She forgets that she's pretending
Breaking herself into pieces she's never gonna get back
There goes the acrobat
The circus ain't all its cracked up to be
There's a cost to freedom, and God knows it ain't free
She stares in the mirror hanging above the bathroom sink
And wonders what she'd look like if she could breath
She's good at making herself smaller
Good at flying, good at bending
Been pretending for so long
She forgets that she's pretending
Breaking herself into pieces she's never gonna get back
There goes the acrobat
Will she ever give up trying to catch the hand that catches her
And stop bending for the world that never ever bends for her?
She's good at making herself smaller
Good at flying, good at bending
Been pretending for so long
She doesn't know why she's pretending
She'd break every bone in her pretty body if love really worked like that
Yeah, there goes the acrobat
Yeah, I know the acrobat