I saw the canopies, beneath the buildings discreet
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The hour's late and not a soul on the street,
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As I stood alone there, at the edge of the night.
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With all your wisdom, you had gone to bed early
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I hesitated and just think what it cost me
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Just like a victim in the sights it doesn't feel right
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At the edge of the night.
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I had the backbone but then, I heard it cracking.
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I faced the terror but I found myself lacking
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What good is courage here, at the edge of the night.
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At the edge of the night.
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There was this man,
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Gun in his hand,
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That wanted to waste me
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My mouth became dry,
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I reached for the sky,
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The sight seemed to freeze me
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He said he'd been a hero,
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Now he'd fallen down to zero
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Ain't it a crime
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Whooo
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I handed over all I had on my person
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My Bank America card and this was my first one
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Then he just stepped right out of sight, at the edge of the night
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At the edge of the night.
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EDGE OF THE NIGHT
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