I was in to,
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Like a sudden fix from a bowl of sugar, to you
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And all that you were standing for,
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Yeah, you knew,
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I was so caught up that I could barely move,
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To stop you,
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From having everything and more
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Do you pick me up,
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To put me under
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Break me in,
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So you can choose your ways to put me back again
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Chorus:
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You can leave a hole like a nail in my head,
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You can leave me turned into nothing instead,
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You can leave me close to the edge,
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You won’t ever hear me hit the ground
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Are you into,
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Have you given up, have we gone to far,
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Do you wander, or are you staying where we are
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I abhor you,
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Yet all the while still I adore knowing you,
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And all that might have been before
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Do I say too much, to take you over
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Break me in,
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So I can choose my ways to put me back again
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[Chorus]
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Cos I’m floored but not broken,
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And I’m scarred but I’ll heal
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Yeah I’m blissfully tortured, naked and real
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And I’m stung and I’m sorry,
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But I’m calm now and clear
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Like the sky hanging over,
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Like the scratch on my shoulder,
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That I no longer feel, feel
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I was into, too close to the edge, too close to the edge
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[Chorus]
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Close To The Edge
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| Mark Owen |
