Over The Edge
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Over The Edge
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On a walk one night, looking at the sky
It feels like going down the midway of a high
And I, where were you all the times I was alone?
I needed you, but instead a empty home
And I go o-o-over the edge
Feeling too much go, go, go in my head
Acting like we own, own, own everything
Nothing here is ours, nothing here is ours
I took too much of it, I know that it's my fault
I was in a pit and I needed self-control
So I, I went out late one night, found myself a score
I came home late that night and I ended on the floor
And I go o-o-over the edge
Feeling too much go, go, go in my head
Acting like we own, own, own everything
Nothing here is ours, nothing here is ours
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