| Daylight comes to meet you on the road
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| Like a prodigal son, a prodigal hope
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| That you gave up on when you were young
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| Yeah, but daylight is coming on
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| We live on the edge
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| On the edge of a darkness, oh
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| We live on the edge
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| On the edge of a darkness oh
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| But daylight is coming on
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| Heaven bends low for the naked and the poor
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| To settle up a debt, to settle up the score
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| To set up a table on the edge of a war
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| 'Cause we’ve been bleeding on the edge of a sword
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| Yeah, 'cause we live on the edge
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| On the edge of a darkness, oh
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| We live on the edge
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| On the edge of a darkness, oh
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| But daylight is coming on
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| And the boardwalk is painted red with the blood
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| Of a thousand prospective heroes, but one
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| Still cries out beyond all the grave and the flood
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| Where the blackest abysses cannot overcome
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| The boardwalk is painted red with the blood
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| Of a thousand prospective heroes, but one
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| Still cries out beyond all the grave and the flood
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| Where the blackest abysses cannot overcome
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| Yeah, 'cause we live on the edge
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| On the edge of a darkness, oh
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| We live on the edge
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| On the edge of a darkness, oh
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| But daylight is coming on |