| How long did you think it would take
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| Until it started to weaken?
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| And how long could you fumble and fake
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| And not see it was beaten?
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| And you crave for the other man’s shoes
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| You break and you bite you black and you bruise
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| But this line has broken
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| And what could have been saved has been wasted away
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| This line has broken
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| And what could have been saved has been wasted away
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| And you’ve no right to act like the child
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| Who’s been lost and forsaken
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| And you’ve no right to be angry and wild
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| At the choices you’ve taken
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| And you crave for the other man’s time
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| You black and you bruise you creep and you climb
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| But this line has broken
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| And what could have been saved has been wasted away
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| This line has broken
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| And what could have been saved has been wasted away
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| The wind blows on friendship’s young face
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| Look at it burning turning fading away
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| We all crave for the other man’s light
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| We hope and we dream but we know what feels right
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| But this line has broken
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| And what could have been saved has been wasted away
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| This line has broken
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| And what could have been saved has been wasted away |