livin' on the edge
yeah out on a ledge
tryin' to make some
and hopin' not to end up dead
at the time
yeah no crime
jus' pure grind
of the mind
and heart
yeah part by PART
assemble assemble
yeah like Jack be nimble
yeah i hear cymbals
loud and clear
yeah God is here
yeah even in seasons of fear
and in the pillow of tears
that lingers in your fingers
but at least...
you're life
yeah even if not still
your will is to win
yeah without havin' to pretend
yeah and along the way
in the gray
you might make a friend
before you see the light
of eternal goodnight
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