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I'm living on the edge of this life, Looking out like a pensive seagull On the Cliffs of Dover, The pristine white edge of my life. Looking at the people below play house And play job And play love And play smart While I pretend to be what you tell me to be. I smoke light cigarettes Alone on the bridge And blow smoke up the trees. I'm on the edge, The sharp edge And I yearn for trouble. I want turbulence, I want **** I want earthquake, I want for the earth to shake, And I want nuclear fallout. The badder the better Is what I always say. At least as of late.
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Jul 8, 2011
Jul 8, 2011 at 8:11 PM UTC
Summer of Extreme Discontent
I'm living on the edge of this life, Looking out like a pensive seagull On the Cliffs of Dover, The pristine white edge of my life. Looking at the people below play house And play job And play love And play smart While I pretend to be what you tell me to be. I smoke light cigarettes Alone on the bridge And blow smoke up the trees. I'm on the edge, The sharp edge And I yearn for trouble. I want turbulence, I want **** I want earthquake, I want for the earth to shake, And I want nuclear fallout. The badder the better Is what I always say. At least as of late.
john-david-morris-meriwether
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Jul 8, 2011
Jul 8, 2011 at 8:11 PM UTC
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