Living on the Brink by Birch Riley Lyrics

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Living on the brink
Sell your soul at night
You're not right. Not inside
Hold off fire in you
Will you let you learn?
I am ion filled
Open exits near you... ee-you

What sunlight you like
Open up your eyes
In your own. In your dunes... dunes

A fine life for fine times. I, or, at, suddenly go...
Whoa... whoa... whoa, oh

Think you're so divine?
Let it strike
'Cause I will fight
Feel the bite
Falling out of signs, will you read the minds?
'Cause I won't quit
I won't die... die
A fine life for fine times. I, or, at, suddenly go...

Go on, bе with your own... on... your own

(Gonna be the morning cries)
(Gonna bе the fireside)
(Gonna be the inner pride)
(Gonna take the banishing)

Whoa... Whoa. whoa, oh

Living on the brink
What's this for you?
Nothing to show
Flatten out below, below
Follow me to...
What's this Indigo?
This is the place
The place we'll stay