Completely complacent
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So decidedly vacant
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I keep waiting for something to give
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But that something is
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always me
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You consume what you¡¯re able
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I get crumbs from your table
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You call this comfortably normal
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But I call it getting by
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Baby, it¡¯s a fine line
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I¡¯m holding on, you¡¯re holding back
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Baby, it¡¯s a fine line
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Can¡¯t you hear me knockin¡¯ at your door?
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But you¡¯re taking your sweet time
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In love, out of touch
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Baby, it¡¯s a fine line
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Baby, it¡¯s a real fine line
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Do you feel the distance
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Like I feel resistance?
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If I pulled any farther away
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Would you even come after me?
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But the one thing I¡¯m fearing
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Is that I¡¯m disappearing
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How can I keep believing
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If you won¡¯t prove me wrong?
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Baby, it¡¯s a fine line
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I¡¯m holding on, you¡¯re holding back
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Baby, it¡¯s a fine line
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Can¡¯t you hear me knockin¡¯ at your door?
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But you¡¯re taking your sweet time
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In love, out of touch
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Baby, it¡¯s a fine line
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Baby, it¡¯s a real fine line
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Fine Line
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| Little Big Town |
