Текст (слова) песни: Over The Edge - The Cliff Is Nigh
Standing on top of my only imagination Nobody cares about my happy elation Nobody cares about Flymos and jet packs Or the laundry service in Hotel Lumberjack I could end it all right here right now But i`m sure i`d be too scared somehow To take my fate into my own hands And too reap destruction on the far below sands
Of the beach It seems out of reach
for me
One steps two steps it`s just like a triple jump descending descending I am landing with a thump Dislocations galore and many broken bones Death of course but now I can mortgage my home
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