| She looks out her window,
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| And the stars don t feel that far away,
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| She watches the wind blow,
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| Blowing all her problems away,
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| But then she’ll ask, as she cleans up the glass,
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| «Is this the line?
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| Is this the line?
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| Is this the line between heaven and hell?
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| Is this the line where I get up and walk out?
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| Is this the line where you get drunk you yell?»
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| She fixes her make-up,
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| Treading lightly on the floor,
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| Hoping he won’t wake up,
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| As she makes her way towards the door,
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| But then she’ll say, as she waves him away,
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| «Is this the line?
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| Is this the line?
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| Is this the line between heaven and hell?
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| Is this the line where I get up and walk out?
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| Is this the line where you get drunk you yell?»
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| She says «I've lived my life like a diamond,
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| Bright and hard like a diamond»,
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| She says «I've lived my life like a diamond,
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| Bright and hard like a diamond». |