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Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson |
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Proud swagger out of the schoolyard |
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Waiting for the world's applause |
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Rebel without a conscience |
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Martyr without a cause |
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Static on your frequency |
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Electrical storm in your veins |
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Raging at unreachable glory |
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Straining at invisible chains |
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And now you're trembling on a rocky ledge |
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Staring down into a heartless sea |
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Can't face life on a razor's edge |
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Nothing's what you thought it would be |
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All of us get lost in the darkness |
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Dreamers learn to steer by the stars |
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All of us do time in the gutter |
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Dreamers turn to look at the cars |
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Turn around and turn around and turn around |
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Turn around and walk the razor's edge |
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Don't turn your back |
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And slam the door on me |
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It's not as if this barricade |
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Blocks the only road |
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It's not as if you're all alone |
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In wanting to explode |
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Someone set a bad example |
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Made surrender seem all right |
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The act of a noble warrior |
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Who lost the will to fight |
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And now you're trembling on a rocky ledge |
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Staring down into a heartless sea |
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Done with life on a razor's edge |
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Nothing's what you thought it would be |
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No hero in your tragedy |
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No daring in your escape |
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No salutes for your surrender |
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Nothing noble in your fate |
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Christ, what have you done? |
