| Out on the edge of town
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| There are memories buried in the ground
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| After midnight the worst part of me is calling out
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| It’s calling out on the edge of town
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| Back on the edge of town
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| There is violence hidden in the sounds
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| Before sunrise the best part of me is calling out
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| It’s calling out from the edge of town
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| Standing at the edge of summer now
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| Waiting for one last fall
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| Why can’t we just slow down
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| All these nights I can’t remember
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| Twenty years have been such a blur
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| Just trying to hold on
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| Hold on
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| Out on the edge of town
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| I lost everything that can never be found
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| Gone with the daylight my youth had died, time is running out
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| Running out, out on the edge of town
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| Standing at the edge of summer now
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| Waiting for one last fall
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| Why can’t we just slow down
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| All these nights I can’t remember
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| Twenty years have been such a blur
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| Just trying to hold on
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| Hold on
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| (Can't slow down)
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| (Can't slow down)
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| Standing at the edge of summer now
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| Waiting for one last fall
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| Why can’t we just slow down
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| All these nights I can’t remember
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| Twenty years have been such a blur
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| Just trying to hold on
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| Hold on |