(Mary Gauthier)
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Under water, under the well
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Under glass, under a ground swell
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Chasing bliss, chasing my tail
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Chasing desire, straight down to hell
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I couldn't love, could not forgive
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Didn't know how to live and let live
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My choices were few
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On the ledge, looking up at you
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Over drawn, over fed,
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Over run, over my head
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I held a grudge, I held a gun,
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Held contempt for everyone
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I couldn't cry, I couldn't learn
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I didn't flinch when bridges burned
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I was tost, through and through
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On the ledge, looking up at you.
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I lived alone, I lived In rage
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I lived in darkness inside a cage
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On the fringe, a refugee
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I couldn't trace it back to me
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I grew mean, I grew small
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I grew tired of it all
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I couldn't tell false from true
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On the ledge, looking up at you.
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Out of luck, out of time
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Out of control, out of my mind
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Running scared, running down
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Running low to the ground
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The blows were hard, the blows were mean
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The blows were low, the hits were clean
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I was left black and blue
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The Ledge
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Mary Gauthier |