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To Be On The Brink

Honestly, sir, what do you think? That I'm on the edge, or that I'm on the brink? Honestly, madam, say what you think. But, in all honesty, only the greatest sink. And I'm not that breed of fink. I don't got no missing link. I ain't rocking the latest pink. The earth doesn't revolve around me, but my world does. And if things aren't fiery I think I'll find a shrink.
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Mar 18, 2012
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