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On the Edge


The sun is rising, My strength is falling My body broken confusion all night Competition, war. I shake my head They say I need to step on others To get to the top I've changed into this person They say I need to play dirty to succeed What? Where's the answer? Is this or that? Nobody knows the answer As it is within you Forget about reason I don't know, confusion On the Edge Am I doing the right thing? What am I doing? I'm walking on high wire On the edge Somebody please tell me I'm doing the right thing
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