I am the line, I hold you near
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There is no burden left to bear, I can see clear
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You're in suspension, you know no love
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There is no story left to tell, you have no wisdom to pass on
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I am the soul of absolution, no man can hurt his own illusion
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My hands are crippled from the pain, you are the splinter in my vein
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You put your head between your hands and understand nothing it has
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I feel the answers keep you scared, I've put the harm inside myself
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I am the line, I hold you near
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There is no burden left to bear, I can see clear
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I am perfected, I know no void
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I have no conscience to keep clear, I understand there's nothing more
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You try to kid yourself with questions, pleading in time for some correction
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I found you tied onto the cross, with judgement on your every thought
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You know my words all mean the same, you've buried here to isolate
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And in this prison in your mind, well you were born without a spine
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When did you stop caring?
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When did you stop caring?
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When did you stop caring?
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When did you stop caring?
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The Line
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| B.R.M.C. (Black Rebel Motorcycle Club) |
