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Texty: The Scorpions. Edge of Time.

Only the Lord knows the answer to the mess this world is in
At the end of the rainbow we're scared to death once again
Life's getting shorter every hour, it keeps on feeding in my face
Why can't we stop the evil power that will kill the human race

Right, baby don't cry, keep on dancing tonight on the edge of time
Right, baby don't cry, keep on dancing tonight on the edge of time

Only the Lord knows the answer to the mess this world is in
This place has turned into Atlantis and it's already started to sink
The life on the fast lane has turned into a dead end street
Let's turn the wheel back to the future, let's use the power of our dreams

Right, baby don't cry, keep on dancing tonight on the edge of time
Right, baby don't cry, keep on dancing tonight on the edge of time
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