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  1. On the Brink

From the recording ON THE BRINK

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ON THE BRINK

I’ll see it when I believe it;
I’ll feel it when I conceive it;
Deal with it when I receive it;
All on my own terms.

There’s confusion all around;
Blood spilled upon the ground;
What’s lost can now be found;
Deep down with the worms.

At least that’s what I think
As I teeter on the brink.

When I look up in the sky,
I see a shooting star go by,
As I stop and wonder why
I feel so alone.

I have precious few days
To try and mend my ways,
But my dear wife still prays
For my heart of stone.

At least that’s what I think
As I teeter on the brink.

Where there’s smoke, there’s fire;
Where there’s hope, there’s desire;
But who am I trying to kid.

I’m not preaching to the choir;
I’m not reaching any higher;
Just drop me down and close the lid.

At least that’s what I think
As I teeter on the brink.

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