Bono wrote this yesterday.
It came like a spark
50 years in the dark
crawlin, hands and knees
Screamin. Screamin please.
Lips as dry as the south
chin extends past his mouth
scalp devoid of hair
It's colder than death up there
To the left of you
but to the right of me
he took up his place
Veins hotter than mace
Don't call me a liar
The Edge is on fire
NoOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Don't call me a liar
The Edge is on Fire.
FIRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
I can't move like him
plays guitar better than me
He know all o' them chords
Hell he even knows B
To the left of you
but to the right of me
he took up his place
the man you cannot replace
Don't call me a liar
The Edge is on fire
NoOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Don't call me a liar
The Edge is on Fire.
FIRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
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