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A silent river flowing black |
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Strange attractors no turning back |
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Present danger I recall |
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That pins my senses to the wall |
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Back from the edge, where the darkness has fled |
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And I'm swimming in light and I'm falling |
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Falling from the edge, back from the edge |
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I fell from grace and that's a fact |
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I still have urges, I fight back |
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Cold decisions wear me thin |
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Kill yourself, begin again |
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Back from the edge, where you're not worth a damn |
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Throw yourself into light and the rush as you spin from the edge |
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Back from the edge, back from the edge, back from the edge |
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Now and then I wonder where the faces |
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from my childhood have gone |
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Like father, like son, in your bones it lives on |
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glowing shadows |
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Back from the edge |
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Back from the edge |
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Back from the edge |
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Back from the edge |