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The Edge February 11, 2006

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Standing on the edge and looking down.
The wind is still, can’t hear a sound.

This is what it’s like on the inside.
The quiet place that I go to hide.

Isolation is my sweetest friend.
It stays with me until the very end.

It never betrayed and it never lied.
It’s always there, on the inside.

So from the edge I look in to the distance.
I search my heart and ponder my existence.

What really matters in this world of mine?
I’ll never lose hope, I’ll walk the line.

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