| Lines run from me to you
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| A trick or a tie that we’re fastened to
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| Look at those lines, now starting to fray
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| Stitch them together so we don’t fall away
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| Over our heads and deep underground
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| We cut up our paths that we once laid down
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| When we were only a fleeting glance
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| Stopped at a cross and caught in a trance
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| Hold the line, hold the line, hold the line, hold the line
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| We are, we are, we are, we are falling fast
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| Hold the line, hold the line, hold the line, hold the line
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| We know, we know, we know that the tie’s not cast
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| Hold the line, hold the line, hold the line, hold the line
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| We are, we are, we are, we are falling fast
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| Hold the line, hold the line, hold the line, hold the line
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| We know, we know, we know that the tie’s not cast
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| When you drink your fill of wine
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| And lose your way and sense of time
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| If you don’t recognize any place
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| Hold on to the ropes and begin to retrace
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| Is there attachment to the walls of the places we know
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| And follow the meanings from long ago
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| It’s from your want to hold the doors
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| And I’m hoping its mine you’ll be standing before
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| Hold the line, hold the line, hold the line, hold the line
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| We are, we are, we are, we are falling fast
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| Hold the line, hold the line, hold the line, hold the line
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| We know, we know, we know that the tie’s not cast
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| Hold the line, hold the line, hold the line, hold the line
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| We are, we are, we are, we are falling fast
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| Hold the line, hold the line, hold the line, hold the line
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| We know, we know, we know that the tie’s not cast
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| Hold on to the line and begin to retrace every step, every step
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| I’ve lost my sense of place, need a second grace and these feelings,
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| I can’t erase
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| Hold on to the line and begin to recollect every stage, every stage
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| I’ve filled myself with wine, lost my sense of time and these feelings are
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| intertwined |