| Stumbling along the edge
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| Behold your face!
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| It belongs to a stranger
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| Come to me and rest in my arms
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| We’ll pretend even just for one night
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| What is lost can never be gained anymore
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| Forsaken by Angels, addicted to their dust
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| Cursed by the poison that runs in your veins
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| Now you can’t deal with the cards you’ve been given
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| And your wild cards have been played
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| Between Scylla and Charybdis
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| She never gave you what you need
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| But a new dawn rising
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| In the tiny narrow space between
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| The needle and the spoon
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| A frozen tomb under the Moon |