The Verge

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The Verge

Was running free but now the road is fading
Can't believe it got to this degree
You turn your shoulder with the face your making
Cause sad attempts are what you gave to me
I hope it was a lie

No one can hear you
Not a thing you say
So you can do yourself a favor
And tell it to me straight

Capture moments in a box then keep 'em
Tucked away like they were history
Gun the crowd with a steaming pistol
Such a way to make some misery
I hope you get it right
No one can hear you
Not a thing you say
So you can do yourself a favor
So brave yourself
And tell it to me

We're on the verge
Brace yourself

For some kind of redemption
Brace yourself

If you wanna be saved
Brace yourself

For some kind of redemption
Brace yourself

We're on the verge of a...
Break!

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