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With
the turn of the season and the hands of a clock
And
a mind with good reason standing fast to the Rock
Knows
that time is escaping, running out, running in
In
a world of illusion, in a world paper thin
I
hope we know where we're going
I
hope we know what we are....we're living on the edge
The
horsemen are riding from the east and the west
The
sky rolls with thunder like a heart in a chest
The
world stands here waiting, fall in and fall out
And
nobody listens as I stand here and shout
I
hope we know where we're going
I
hope we know what we are....we're living on the edge
SOLO
Death
hangs here waiting just a whisper away
With
the press of a button it can go either way
There's
a thunder and lightning coming out of the sky
And
justice is done in the wink of an eye
I
hope we know where we're going
I
hope we know what we are....we're living on the edge
We're
living on the edge
We're
living on the edge.
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