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As I step to the edgeOn the shadow of a doubtWith my conscience beatingLike the pulse of a drumThat hammers on and onUntil I reach the break of the dayWhen the sun beats downon halfway houseas my conscience beatingThe sound in my earThe will to perserveAs I reach the break of the dayWhen you lost all hope and excusesAnd the cheapskates & losersNothing's left to cling ontoYou got to hold on to yourselfA cry of hopeA plea for peaceAnd my conscience beatingIt's not what I want forIt's all that I needTo reach the break of the DaySo I run to the edgeOn the shadows of a doubtWith my conscience bleedingHere lies the truthThe lost treasures of my youthAs I hold to the break of the dayWhen you lost all hope and excusesAnd the cheapskates & losersNothing's left to cling ontoYou got to hold on to yourselfWhen you lost all hope and excusesAnd the cheapskates & losersNothing's left to cling ontoYou got to hold on to yourself
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