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When all things come to hurt and anger,
what would you do if you were the stranger?
When people turn against you in rage,
in the book of your life you cant turn the page.
With all of your problems and all you have done,
you could try shooting yourself, but you don’t have a gun
at the edge of a cliff your decision did arrive,
you'd made up your mind, you were taking the dive.
Your friends had all told you this wasn’t the way out,
you refused to listen, you've already beat doubt.
It’s cheap, inexpensive, the best way to leave,
tell mom and Johnny they don’t need to grieve.
You step one more step, the cliff starts to shake,
fear floods your mind with each one you take.
You look back hoping to change your fate,
you turn around, but it’s already too late.
Down the cliff has started to plunge,
you're on the ground, your blood is expunged.
Two thousand feet down, if you look up its high
you, as your spirit, realize you didn’t get to say goodbye
many people's tears have been dried,
because of the simple fact... That you died.
what would you do if you were the stranger?
When people turn against you in rage,
in the book of your life you cant turn the page.
With all of your problems and all you have done,
you could try shooting yourself, but you don’t have a gun
at the edge of a cliff your decision did arrive,
you'd made up your mind, you were taking the dive.
Your friends had all told you this wasn’t the way out,
you refused to listen, you've already beat doubt.
It’s cheap, inexpensive, the best way to leave,
tell mom and Johnny they don’t need to grieve.
You step one more step, the cliff starts to shake,
fear floods your mind with each one you take.
You look back hoping to change your fate,
you turn around, but it’s already too late.
Down the cliff has started to plunge,
you're on the ground, your blood is expunged.
Two thousand feet down, if you look up its high
you, as your spirit, realize you didn’t get to say goodbye
many people's tears have been dried,
because of the simple fact... That you died.
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