On the verges I always feel
like I’m hanging there alone
All thee usual abysses
All the chances overflown
Everything’s always
about to start
Everything’s always on hold
Somebody always gets there first
Somebody always gets left out
in the cold
I’ve got an urge for verges
I got a bad yen for confrontation
I’ve got a way for all of us
to get up out from under
All we gotta do is dream about it
all we gotta do is wonder
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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