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Land`s Edge Ah, don`t touch that dial Here`s a word about my ex-girlfriend Towards the end conflict off and on And I told her one night, `Honey every time we fight I`ll write a verse to this song` Well, things got bad and things got worse Still I struggled on So sit back and get all comfortable `Cause this little tunes six fuckin` hours long And every journey`s got destinations Which the traveler can`t expect So how`s that I`m always winding up Down here at land`s edge? Now if love is blind why did her stockings Always look so cool? Now I know, I was paying attention But somehow I got fooled Well I gave her seven children And a twelve room uptown shack And when it all was over Took a dozen lawyers to get half back But I already got me a new gal to ruin my life And she might just yet, So I`m helping her find an apartment Down here at land`s edge Now take the traveler and the tourist The essential difference is The traveler don`t know where he`s goin` And the tourist don`t know where he is Small world till they lose your luggage, tho` Take the stripper who lives next door You`d swear this kid was 21 goin` on 44 But luckily that ain`t how she sees it Got a new tattoo that says `When I die, send the body to heaven Lost the rest at land`s edge` | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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