| To understand, the choices made
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| To be falling down both sides
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| The sun is cold, its likes unfair
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| And I’m falling down both sides
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| And I heed that song
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| Of throe or love
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| And I’m falling down both sides
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| And all I have
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| It slips right through
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| And all I have
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| I threw, I threw
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| Then I hear that song
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| Of throe or love
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| And I hear that song
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| And I run and run
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| And walk that line blind
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| Try to do what’s right
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| But I’m falling down both sides
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| Feel your way
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| This is no place that you know
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| To be falling down both sides of the blade
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| Falling down both sides
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| To understand, the choices made
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| 'Cause I’m falling down both sides
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| I’m sliding down both sides
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| Of the blade |