Camphor crossed with lace, it is the witching hour
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Cinematic but crude
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Teasing all my feelings out, you move away
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It seems so natural to you
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Still siren, climbing up the victory tower
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Like there's something left to prove
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I trap the beads of sweat that run between my eyes
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And free the fever to move
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I'm drawing the line, I'm drawing the line
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I'm drawing the line, I draw the line
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And I have my pride
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I'm taking control, I'm taking control
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I'm taking control, I'm taking control
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And I save my soul
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I'm shutting you out, I'm shutting you out
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I'm shutting you out, I'm shutting you out
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And I have no doubt
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Dreamt the sound of scissors, cutting stitches out
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Then discarding the used
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Recording all my problems onto memory cards
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Your compassion unmoved
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Onto others what they always do to you
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The most twisted of your rules
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Distill malaise and photograph the hole it leaves
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Running out a copy for you
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I'm drawing the line, I'm drawing the line
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I'm drawing the line, I draw the line
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And I have my pride
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I'm taking control, I'm taking control
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I'm taking control, I'm taking control
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And I save my soul
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I'm shutting you out, I'm shutting you out
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I'm shutting you out, I'm shutting you out
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And I have no doubt
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I'm drawing the line, I'm drawing the line
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I'm drawing the line, I draw the line
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And I have my pride
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I'm taking control, I'm taking control
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I'm taking control, I'm taking control
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And I save my soul
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Drawing The Line
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Porcupine Tree(Æ÷Å¥ÆÄÀÎ Æ®¸®) |