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the
edge of america
walk
the edge
of america
a
concrete
beach to scrape my hand
inside
the
subway stinking fear and shame
becomes
the
violent breath
vigilantes
out on dawn patrol
but
now there's
nothing left to hide
i'm
just a
number on the metal fence
which
marks
the great divide
hey
boy
give
your
dreams a rest
if
you're
tired of searching
this
is where
it ends
there's
nothing
left to lose
nothing
to
protest
learn
to love
your anger now
anger
here
is all you possess
welcome
to
the age
below
the towers
of the citadel
seems
someone
overlooked the cost
forgotten
soldier of paradise
now
paradise
is lost
recognition
never realized
salvation
lost among the crowd
so
tell me
beside this sterile sea
where
is your
nation now?
and
we say
hey
boy
give
your
dreams a rest
if
you're
tired of searching
this
is where
it ends
there's
nothing
left to lose
nothing
to
protest
learn
to love
your anger now
anger
here
is all you possess
welcome
to
the edge
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