ON THE RISE
I'm on the edge
I'm on the verge
On the verge of losing it
The verge of losing it all
All the things that tie me down
Tie me down and hold me back
Hold me back from rising up
Rising up and soaring high
Soaring high on eagle's wings
High on eagle's wings toward my freedom
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