| Why should you be the one to go out on the edge
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| Do you really want to be another dead hero?
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| Why should you be the one to go out on the edge
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| Do you really want to be another dead hero?
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| People have expectations of a man in your position
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| They want you to carry some torch into the public view
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| Voyeurs of this world ignoring your beautiful words
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| Say they want you to survive
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| But they demand this madness of you
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| Why should you be the one to go out on the edge
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| Do you really want to be another dead hero?
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| I love your music and I love your songs
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| I love the wild things in your head
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| I want you here with us
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| Helping us to stick this mad place
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| But for so many years now this habit’s been forming
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| And so many others have failed
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| You made friends with that devil
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| Now he feels a little kinder to face
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| Why should you be the one to go out on the edge
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| Do you really want to be another dead hero?
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| I think of the young ones who make their way home
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| Through the night after one of your shows
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| Their lives a little richer
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| For having been touched by you
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| They dance and they sweat and they call out your name
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| The excitement just belts out and flows
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| You’ve been singing your guts out
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| Is that not enough to do?
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| Why should you be the one to go out on the edge
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| Do you really want to be another dead hero? |