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Catkin
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LOITERING ON THE EDGE
Doubful the prospects of success
I loiter on the edge of this abyss
Fortune passed me by full sail ahead
Weary, Weary I, where is my bed
In my dreams
I am master of my own destiny
to pick and choose
Who i should want to be
But nightmare as unreal as he may be
Covers me with his shadow
And will not let me see
But i am not and will not be lost
Empty maybe
Apart from my soul that lives within
And my spirit of adventure that cries out
Begin, begin
And so as i look down upon my moving feet
I see a clearer path that calls, 'move on,
Do not retreat'
With the abyss in the distance, gone
The will i find to carry on
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Doubful the prospects of success
I loiter on the edge of this abyss
Fortune passed me by full sail ahead
Weary, Weary I, where is my bed
In my dreams
I am master of my own destiny
to pick and choose
Who i should want to be
But nightmare as unreal as he may be
Covers me with his shadow
And will not let me see
But i am not and will not be lost
Empty maybe
Apart from my soul that lives within
And my spirit of adventure that cries out
Begin, begin
And so as i look down upon my moving feet
I see a clearer path that calls, 'move on,
Do not retreat'
With the abyss in the distance, gone
The will i find to carry on
THERE IS A COPYRIGHT ON THIS PIECE OF WORK AND IT CANNOT BE COPIED WITHOUT MY PERMISSION
