| Up here on the ledge
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| I’m getting pushed to the edge
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| People line up behind me to step into my shoes,
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| Up here in the precipice
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| I’m getting close to my nemesis
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| People fighting each other to jump into my blues
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| There’s a young kid inside me somewhere
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| He stays up all night, a vampire that never dies,
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| With the blood and the moon in his eyes
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| I hear his voice when I’m comin' down,
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| Sleep is for fools, whe never see the sunrise,
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| Who never get to live twice.
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| I was a face in a magazine,
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| When you were still playin' with your plasticine,
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| Now you’re doggin' my tail, ridin' the slipstream,
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| You can take the fans and the enemies
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| The little girls who squeeze and tease
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| Then pass on their social disease,
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| Go get your penicillin.
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| I know you young and dumb,
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| I know where you’re comin' from.
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| Don’t know where you’re goin' to,
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| But I bin there same as you,
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| You’re running out of ideas,
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| And new hats to try on.
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| I know you middle age
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| Same song, different page,
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| I know what you’re goin' through
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| Made the same mistakes as you,
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| All you want is some hope
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| And a shoulder to cry on.
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| There’s a stranger inside me somewhere
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| That shadow behind me, don’t even look like me.
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| An echoed apology.
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| He’s a wolf in sheep disguise,
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| I wake up in places I don’t even recognize,
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| Pretender in paradise.
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| It’s your turn, step up and take it
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| If you’ve got the guts to hang on
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| You can make.
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| C’mon, c’mon, come on,
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| Ooooh take it! |