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On the Edge lyrics
On the edge with a gold coin in my pocket*
On the edge with a gold poem in my pocket
I can tell this air aint't fresh
I can tell this air ain't right
Jim didn't know what 'treachery' meant
We can say to our kids in the morning
"The skies were blue"
It took me days to fly home
It took me days to fly back, and everything was better
I can tell this air aint't fresh
I can tell this air ain't right
Jim didn't know what 'treachery' meant
And Jim didn't know what 'treachery' meant
An image of you, an image of me
I will imitate a Lyre bird
And you can play me a David song
On the edge with a gold coin in my pocket
On the edge with a gold poem in my pocket
I can tell this air aint't fresh
I can tell this air ain't right
Jim didn't know what 'treachery' meant
And Jim didn't know what 'treachery' meant.
Part of these releases
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- Track 3 on The Creatures in the Garden of Lady Walton
- 2 I Used to Do
- 4 Red Seas
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- Track 3 on Veil Waltz
- 2 Turn the River: Mandola Theme
- 4 Veil Waltz
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