Okay, But What if the Earth Was Flat?

Spheres adhere to certain guidelines,

but I could not abide within mine own.

The perfect vision never lasts.

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Action, time, the hard decisions

blur the picture, head-on collision

wrecks, rebuilds, it happens both slow and fast.

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I, I'm sitting at the edge of the world.

But I can't see it through the eyes of the girl

who hangs her feet above the stars

as they are born,

for when they die, I just can't help but look away.

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Spheroid, steroids, bull injections

couldn't make it into what the

other 3-D shapes think it should be.

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But I think form is work in progress.

I also think that I should talk less.

Maybe make a change, see what you see.

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See, I, I'm sitting at the edge of the world.

And I want to see it through the eyes of the girl

who hangs her feet above the stars

as they are born,

and when they die, I'll force myself to watch, to stay.

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At her sides, the tide is coming in.

It guides her to the place where life begins

and goes to end.

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She, she's living at the edge of the Earth.

And she, she wonders what it's like to feel the worth

of words the world produces,

whether it's loving rhymes or lame excuses.

What's the meaning of a promise

if it can't light up the darkness?

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Well, I, I'm sitting at the edge of the world

right next to you.