There's a chill on this evening, nights right for greaving,
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Darkness surrounds him as he wanders alone
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He walked past the dim lights, the pathways and street lights
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They remind him, of nights long ago,
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When his love was strong and his muscles hard, His whiskey throat was barley marred,
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Seeking misfortune in the lies that he told, Then a brokin heart bought him to his knees,
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In the hour of his greatest need, Lost and forsaken by the love, he could not hold
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[Chorus:]
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On the Border line of love again, Its bound to make you pay
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On the Border line, we'll make our stand, Then watch it fall away
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And he stands in quiet solitude, The nights reflects upon his mood,
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Seeking the vision that had once been so clear, When he felt the touch of his women's love
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His pounding heart was warm and young, Now locked inside him with his anger and fear
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As he moves on slowly, past the trees, Down the path way home through fallen leaves
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He can't believe, how he'd sunken so low, So he learned to live with his injured pride
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His purple heart hidden, deep inside, The only reward, for a love he could not hold
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[Chorus 2x]
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On The Borderline
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| Alison Krauss |