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Edge Of The World

Well the trees are on fire
And the clouds are coloured brown
And the seas are frozen
And the sky is falling down

And everything's spinning real quickly
Like the stick that the majorette twirled
And it feels like I'm standing
On the edge of the world

Well the horses are tired
And the owls cannot sleep
And the cattle are restless
And the dogs are with the sheep

And everything's spinning real quickly
Like the coffee the majorette swirled
And it feels like I'm standing
On the edge of the world

The edge of the world
The edge of the world
It feels like I'm standing
On the edge of the world

Well the trees are on fire
And the clouds are coloured brown
And the seas are frozen
And the sky is falling down
Well the horses are tired (Cattle are lowing)
And the owls cannot sleep
And the cattle are restless (Cattle are lowing)
And the dogs are with the sheep

And everything's spinning real quickly
Like the stick that the majorette twirled
And it feels like I'm standing
On the edge of the world




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