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Iâm stuck on the edge, Iâm one of the dregs, I have no home
Iâm sick in the head, Iâm feelinâ dead and Iâm not alone
I opened the door, threw up on the floor, now Iâm feeling good
Iâm gettinâ sore, come back for more like youknew I would
Now Iâll run a million miles an hour
Otherwise Iâll be Left for Dead
Iâm on top of the world with all the pretty girls, it wonât last for long
Iâll be thrown in a cell, itâs a living hell, I done nothing wrong.
Iâm stuck on the edge, Iâm one of the dregs, I have no home
Iâm sick in the head, Iâm feelinâ dead and Iâm not alone
Now Iâll run a million miles an hour
Otherwise Iâll be Left for Dead
Now Iâll run a million miles an hour
Otherwise Iâll be Left for Dead
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- Thunderchief