| I’ll never make it back to shore
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| Out on this boat, I lost control
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| I’m steering straight but I’m seeing double
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| Out on the edge, edge of the throne
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| At the edge of the throne
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| Nothing could be sweeter
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| Held in ashes tight
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| Running down this fever
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| To collapse the night
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| Burning through the hemisphere
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| At the edge of the throne
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| Echo in the iris
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| At the edge of the throne
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| If I should meet that hemisphere
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| If I should shed another tear
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| A thousand suns and moons will shine
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| Out on the edge, the edge of time
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| Eyes roll side to side
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| Here at the edge, the night
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| Where’d we go from here
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| Rose Without A Thorn?
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| I know a place
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| I’ll meet it on my own
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| Soft within, love, love
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| Nothing could be sweeter
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| Held in ashes tight
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| Running down this fever
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| To collapse the night
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| Burning through the hemisphere
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| At the edge of the throne
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| Echo in the iris
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| At the edge of the throne
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| Nothing could be sweeter
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| At the edge of the throne
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| Running down this fever
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| At the edge of the throne |