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L.a. Guns - Over The Edge L.a. Guns - Over The Edge |
| Ooh ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah
Oh God
Yeah
Yeah, I got the music cranking
Japanese TV
My head is full of jasmine smoke
That I can hardly breathe
Turquoise dragons stay and slide
Sliding down my back
I'm standing on this cold, thin ice
And I'm about to crack
And I'm over, I'm over
Over, over the edge
Over, over, I'm over
Over the edge
Seven candles burn so bright
Full moon behind a veil
The ocean crashing in my head
Outside the sirens wail
Jet black is my dirty hair
Jet black my heart and car
My lips are red, my skin’s snow white
My face is battle scarred
And I'm over, I'm over
Over, over the edge
Over, I'm over, over
Over the edge, oh
I no longer feel the pain
No longer feel my love
Just the air conditioner
And a help from the Lord above
Spitting out pieces of my broken heart
My eyes work like a radar
I'm lyin' in the afterglow
How'd I get this far
And I'm over, I'm over
Over, over the edge
Over, I'm over, over
Over the edge
Ooh yeah
Over, I'm over, over
Over the edge
Over, I'm over, over
Over the edge
Over, Ah ah ah ah, over the edge (over, over)
Over, I'm over, over the edge (over, over) |
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