| There’s a shifting of the shadows down along the woods
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| There’s an echo of a gun down in the hollow
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| The neighbor’s dog is barking like a wild thing that’s been caught
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| Howling like there ain’t no tomorrow
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| I’ve walked out on this ridge
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| And walked the razor’s edge
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| And something still is calling me back again
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| Handed off like a secret, passed down like an heirloom
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| You’ve taken on their sorrows for pity or for love
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| Not because you want to, not because you have to
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| Just because it’s time for the grieving to be done
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| You’ve walked out on this ridge
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| And walked the razor’s edge
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| And something still is calling you back again
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| We are walking in the darkness
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| We are walking hand in hand
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| We are walking out in the darkness again
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| So close the door, slam the door put it softly in it’s frame
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| You can walk on through, walk on out
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| No two doors are ever quite the same
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| And I’m pretty strong, but I’ve never been that tough
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| But when It comes to walking
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| That’s still good enough
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| I’ve walked out on this ridge
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| You’ve walked the razor’s edge
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| And something still is pulling us back again |