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Edge To Life (Depeche Mode)

I?m not waiting for a king To rule my mind or anything I don't need your band of gold To take me where I need to go There's an edge to life That will cut you like a knife When you lay your head down There's a castle of sand That gets kicked in your face To see how easily you'd fall from grace There's a piece of dust That crumbles in your hand If you decide to lose control No one can escape When you find out they're fake And you want to take the whole lot down A simple man, well he could do more But you only see the traces That have gone before There's a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow If you walk the white line There's a piece of dust that crumbles in your hand If you decide to lose control There's a castle of sand that gets kicked in your face To see how easily you'd fall from grace Yes, there's a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow There's an edge to life that will cut you like a knife When you lay your head down You know you can't escape When you find out they're fake And you want to take the whole lot down There's no truth in the lie that only angels cry When everybody knows we're all born to die There's an edge to life that will cut you like a knife I miss you There's no power that is such a thrill That can make a man or anything I miss you