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We always seem so careful we're always so unsure |
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Our past mistakes they make us shaky eyes on the door |
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When do we stop searching for what we're searching for? |
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Then when it comes, we question love and try for more |
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And we're happy here, but we live in fear |
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We've seen a lot of temples crumble |
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Some of flesh and blood from love under glass |
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Will we come undone? |
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Will we turn and run? |
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And will we know it when we find it? |
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It's a game the way we dance along the edge |
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Dance along the edge |
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Dance along the edge |
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And we'll walk the line and we'll do our time |
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For just as long as we've been given |
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And pretend that we don't hear the things they've said |
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Can we promise love? |
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Is it all too much? |
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And do our old souls still believe it? |
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It's insane the way we dance along the edge |
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Dance along the edge |
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Dance along the edge |
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Dance along the edge |
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Dance along the edge |
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Dance along the edge |
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Dance along the edge |
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Dance along the edge |
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Dance along the edge |
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Dance along the edge |
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Dance along the edge |
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Dance along the edge |
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Dance along the edge |
