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There's fighting on
the left
And
marching on the right
Don't
look up in the sky
You're
gonna die of fright
Here
comes the razors edge
You're
living on the edge
Don't
know wrong from right
They're
breathing down your neck
You're
running out of lives
And
here comes the razors edge
Here
comes the razors edge
The
razors edge
Razors
edge, to raise the dead
Razors
edge, to cut to shreds
To
raise the dead
Here
comes the razors edge
Here
comes the razors edge
Well
here it comes to cut to shreds
The
razors edge
The
razors edge [It's the razor's edge]
Gotta
razors edge [Well, the razor's edge]
You'll
be cut to shreds [that you'll be cut to shreds]
by
the razors edge [gotta razor's edge]
Gotta
razors edge [by the razor's edge]
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