We are coming awful close,
it's a very scary slope,
how much longer can I cope?
The edge, the edge,
it's coming near.
You can see down it's steap peer.
I'm am filling up with fear, so help me, get away.
The walls of life are closing in, bringing me closer than ever before,
I scream and shout with no relief, completely tarnished is this grief.
It's the edge.
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