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Standing on the edge |
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Of the hoover dam |
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I'm on the centerline |
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Right between two states of mind |
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And if the wind from the traffic |
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Should blow me away |
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From this altitude |
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It will come back to you |
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And do you know the time |
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All that's left of me is slight insanity |
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What's on the right i don't know |
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If the mississippi should wash me away |
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Down to new orleans |
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Maybe someday in my dreams |
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I'd wake feeling the sweat |
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From the gulf in my mouth |
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On a carousel i can never tell |
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My direction home |
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Spinning down a hole |
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I'm losing all control |
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I'm down to the center of the earth |
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Covered up with lava and i feel fine |
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It washes over me |
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Keeps me feeling warm at night |
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And if you've made a deal with |
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The guy with the horns and the cape |
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I'll see you later later |
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Standing on the edge |
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Of the hoover dam |
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Standing on the edge |
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Of the hoover dam i am |
