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Drawing The Line
Camphor crossed with lace, it is the witching hour
Cinematic but crude
Teasing all my feelings out, you move away
It seems so natural to you
Still siren, climbing up the victory tower
Like there's something left to prove
I trap the beads of sweat that run between my eyes
And free the fever to move
I'm drawing the line, I'm drawing the line
I'm drawing the line, I draw the line
And I have my pride
I'm taking control, I'm taking control
I'm taking control, I'm taking control
And I save my soul
I'm shutting you out, I'm shutting you out
I'm shutting you out, I'm shutting you out
And I have no doubt
Dreamt the sound of scissors, cutting stitches out
Then discarding the used
Recording all my problems onto memory cards
Your compassion unmoved
Onto others what they always do to you
The most twisted of your rules
Distill malaise and photograph the hole it leaves
Running out a copy for you
I'm drawing the line, I'm drawing the line
I'm drawing the line, I draw the line
And I have my pride
I'm taking control, I'm taking control
I'm taking control, I'm taking control
And I save my soul
I'm shutting you out, I'm shutting you out
I'm shutting you out, I'm shutting you out
And I have no doubt
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And I have no doubt
I'm shutting you out, I'm shutting you out
I'm shutting you out, I'm shutting you out
And I save my soul
I'm taking control, I'm taking control
I'm taking control, I'm taking control
And I have my pride
I'm drawing the line, I draw the line
I'm drawing the line, I'm drawing the line
Running out a copy for you
Distill malaise and photograph the hole it leaves
The most twisted of your rules
Onto others what they always do to you
Your compassion unmoved
Recording all my problems onto memory cards
Then discarding the used
Dreamt the sound of scissors, cutting stitches out
And I have no doubt
I'm shutting you out, I'm shutting you out
I'm shutting you out, I'm shutting you out
And I save my soul
I'm taking control, I'm taking control
I'm taking control, I'm taking control
And I have my pride
I'm drawing the line, I draw the line
I'm drawing the line, I'm drawing the line
And free the fever to move
I trap the beads of sweat that run between my eyes
Like there's something left to prove
Still siren, climbing up the victory tower
It seems so natural to you
Teasing all my feelings out, you move away
Cinematic but crude
Camphor crossed with lace, it is the witching hour
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| Dxrawing Tfhe Lkine |
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| Dfrawing Thhe Lpine |
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| rDrawing yThe Lne |
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| cDrawing 6The Ljine |
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| sDrawing gThe L9ine |
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| Dr4awing Thje Likne |
| Dgawing Tue L8ne |
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| Drgawing Thue Li8ne |
| Dtawing Tne Lune |
| Dtrawing Tnhe Luine |
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| D5awing Tbe Linne |
| D5rawing Tbhe Lie |
| Dr5awing Thbe Lien |
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| Draawing Thee Lije |
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| Drxawing Th4e Linfe |
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| Draing Thde Linre |
| Draiwng Thed Liner |
| Draaing Thw Lin4 |
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