| Swirl
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| Lines
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| To the left you have
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| A young man whose never really cared about nothing
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| To the right you have
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| A man who spilt his blood to make a difference
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| I said a difference
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| Well these are the lines by which we play
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| These are the lines that we have made
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| And now you have
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| One who embraces life with adoration
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| Not expectations
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| And too bad you have one who’ll take a life without a reason
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| I said no reason
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| Well these are the lines by which we play
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| Well these are the lines that we have made
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| Well these are the lines drawn everyday
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| These are the lines by which we all are made
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| Floating, falling, drowning in the grey
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| Oh I wish I could serve up a solution
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| By these extremes we all are victims
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| Just floating, falling, drowning in the grey
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| Is where you don’t believe
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| A patterned life accordingly
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| A cry for help is just a silent scream
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| And now you have a man who’s lost control
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| To all his vices and devices
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| And still we have one who resonates
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| All the beauty one can encompass
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| Well try and take it
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| Well these are the lines by which we play
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| Well these are the lines that we have made
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| Well these are the lines drawn everyday
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| Well these are the lines that we have made
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| These are
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| These are
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| These are
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| Well these are |