| Hey, stop on a dime.
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| Take both your hands,
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| reach them above, one at a time.
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| Are you alone in here?
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| I heard the voice so clearly.
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| I tried not to breathe.
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| Tried not to speak.
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| Clamping my tongue between my teeth.
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| Are you alone in here?
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| I heard the voice so clearly say,
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| Well, there are fine lines I’ve seen we are stuck in between.
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| With separate eyes to use and throw aside.
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| How we die, nobody wants to know.
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| Who decides where everybody goes.
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| Where everybody goes.
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| Oh, no, this can’t be it.
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| I start to sweat.
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| Haunted by all the things I’ve missed.
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| This can’t be right.
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| I realize right then that it’s me or him, yeah.
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| There are fine lines I’ve seen we are stuck in between.
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| With separate eyes to use and throw aside.
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| How we die, nobody has to know.
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| Who decides where everybody goes.
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| Where everybody goes.
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| (What if I don’t?)
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| Oh, no, I can’t believe this.
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| I don’t know why this had to happen.
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| I had no choice.
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| Well, it was me or him.
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| There’s a fine line between what is justified or just obscene.
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| Fragile lines to use and throw aside.
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| How to die, nobody wants to know.
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| Who decides where everybody goes.
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| How we die, no, I will never know.
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| Who decides where everybody goes.
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| Who decides where everybody goes. |