On your palm an endless wonder
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Lines that speak the truth without a sound
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In your eyes awaits the tireless hunger
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Already looks for prey to run down
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So why do we keep up this charade
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How do we tell apart the time to leave from the time to wait
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What does tomorrow want from me
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What does it matter what I see
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If it can't be my design
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Tell me where do we draw the line
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The dance of flames and shadows in the street
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Make poetry nobody's ever heard
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The weight of loneliness stands on your feet
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The cage already there around the bird
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So why don't we join the masquerade
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Before it all falls apart before our love becomes insatiate
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What does tomorrow want from me
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What does it matter what I see
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If I can't choose my own design
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Tell me where do we draw the line
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Where's the cooling wind
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Where's the evergreen field
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Where's my mother's open arms
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Where's my father lionheart
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S'like the sun's gone down
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Sleeps in the hallowed ground now
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With the autumn's browns leaves
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With the one who never grieves
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So why do we keep up this charade
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How do we tell apart the time to leave from the time to wait
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What does tomorrow want from me
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What does it matter what I see
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If it can't be my design
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Tell me where do we draw the line
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Whatever tomorrow wants from me
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At least I'm here, at least I'm free
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Free to choose to see the sign
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This is my line
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Where Do We Draw The Line
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Poets Of The Fall |