| Once you’ve drawn the line, you can’t think twice
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| You would never take your own advice
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| Skating on a grave that’s paved with ice
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| You step into the light
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| How can I be sure if this is a sure thing
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| I’m so tangled up in puppeteers' strings
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| Once you’ve crossed the line
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| You’re stepping into
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| Breaking horses, raising cain, heading for the hills
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| The best day ever just got better, it gets better still
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| Once you’ve crossed the line you can’t let go
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| Never go out, I have been alone
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| Skating on a grave that’s made of stone
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| You step into the light
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| You better be sure that this is a sure thing
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| As a puppet on a string
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| Once you’ve crossed the line
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| You’re stepping into
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| Breaking horses, raising cain, heading for the hills
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| The best day ever just got better, it gets better still
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| Once you’ve crossed the line, you can’t think twice
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| You’re looking out of
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| Chasing sirens, red lights change
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| No time left to kill
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| Waving flags of fine drawn lines
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| Find a cheaper thrill
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| This is a sure thing
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| Once you’ve crossed the line
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| You step into the light
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| You step into the light
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| Breaking horses, raising cain heading for the hills
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| The best day ever just got better, it gets better still
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| Waving flags of macho life (much of your life)
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| Find a cheaper plan |