I've lived upon
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The edge of chance
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For twenty years or more
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And this is what my friends all mean
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By Del Rio's song.......Oh, Del Rio
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Del Rio's Song..........Oh, Del Rio
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Del Rio's Song..........Oh, Del Rio
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Del Rio's Song..........Oh, Del Rio
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When time gets slow, and rivers freeze
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I think you'd know enough
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To call in touch that outer frame
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The inner gain, a sullen gulch
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Which opens up on the way to Blindman's Bluff
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A suburb now of River Roads
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Where quandry and sublime improve
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The sight whose imagery
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Is sometimes that of fear
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I've lived upon
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The edge of chance
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For twenty years or more
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And this is what my friends all mean
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By Del Rio's song.......Oh, Del Rio
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Del Rio's Song..........Oh, Del Rio
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Del Rio's Song..........Oh, Del Rio
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Del Rio's Song..........Oh, Del Rio
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When time gets slow, and rivers freeze
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I think you'd know enough
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To shut the gates of walled town walls
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And putting up some good rum punch
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Forget the way to Blindman's Bluff
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So packed with eyes
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That glow like coals
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And pointing towards the North
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Oh my boat left New Orleans in 1829!
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Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
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My destination is a secret
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And the doctrine is soft
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And just between the verse and me
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It's a place where you can see
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Lost, last and luminous
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Scored to sky yet never found
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Relics of jewels
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And ant-track tools
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A true ghost dance
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Rehearsal Ground
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I've lived upon
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The edge of chance
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For twenty years or more
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And this is what my friends all mean
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I've lived upon
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The edge of chance
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For twenty years or more
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And this is what my friends all mean
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By Del Rio's song.......Oh, Del Rio
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Del Rio's Song..........Oh, Del Rio
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Del Rio's Song..........Oh, Del Rio
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Del Rio's Song..........Oh, Del Rio
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Del Rio's Song
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| Blue Oyster Cult |