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| Man On The Edge The freeway is jammed And it's backed up for miles The car is an oven and baking is wild Nothing is ever the way it should be What we deserve we just don't get you see A briefcase, a lunch and a man on the edge Each step gets closer to losing his head Is someone in heaven, are they looking down Nothing is fair just you look around Falling down
He's sick of waiting of lying like this
Falling down Falling down Falling down Falling down Falling down There's a hole in the sky for the angels to kiss Branded a leper because you don't fit In the land of the free You just live by your wits Once he built missiles a nation's defense Now he can't even give birthday presents Across the city he leaves in his wake A glimpse of the future, a canibal state Falling down
The freeway is jammed
Falling down Falling down Falling down Falling down Falling down And it's backed up for miles The car is an oven and baking is wild Nothing is ever the way it should be What we deserve we just don't get you see A briefcase, a lunch and a man on the edge Each step gets closer to losing his head Is someone in heaven, are they looking down Nothing is fair just you look around Falling down
Falling down Falling down Falling down Falling down Falling down Falling down Falling down Falling down Falling down Falling down Falling down |
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