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There's a shifting of the shadows down along the woods |
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There's an echo of a gun down in the hollow |
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The neighbor's dog is barking like a wild thing that's been caught |
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Howling like there ain't no tomorrow |
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I've walked out on this ridge |
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And walked the razor's edge |
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And something still is calling me back again |
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Handed off like a secret, passed down like an heirloom |
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You've taken on their sorrows for pity or for love |
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Not because you want to, not because you have to |
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Just because it's time for the grieving to be done |
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You've walked out on this ridge |
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And walked the razor's edge |
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And something still is calling you back again |
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We are walking in the darkness |
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We are walking hand in hand |
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We are walking out in the darkness again |
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So close the door, slam the door put it softly in it's frame |
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You can walk on through, walk on out |
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No two doors are ever quite the same |
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And I'm pretty strong, but I've never been that tough |
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But when It comes to walking |
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That's still good enough |
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I've walked out on this ridge |
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You've walked the razor's edge |
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And something still is pulling us back again |