| Some of them want to break you down
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| And it’s alright when the fear is theirs
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| But it kicks you in the face sometimes
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| When the cold is biting muscle deep
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| Well, I don’t know if it matters
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| Or if I can say it doesn’t fool me
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| When the fear is strong enough to hold its own way
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| Then you know it’s gonna spread around
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| What am I gonna do about you? |
| (Across the border)
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| When the feeling’s gone, it’s all pretending
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| And the living is always easy
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| It’s a fine line
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| So you do what you can just to survive
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| And it gets too close for comfort sometimes
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| Everyone I ver knew agreed
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| That the prjudice lies muscle deep
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| Well, I don’t know if it matters
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| Or if I can say it doesn’t fool me
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| When the fear is strong enough to hold its own way
|
| Then you know it’s gonna spread around
|
| What am I gonna do about you? |
| (Across the border)
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| When the feeling’s gone, it’s all pretending
|
| And the living is always easy
|
| It’s a fine line
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| Kick it, kick it, ow!
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| Come on look at my world and I’ll take you by the hand
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| It doesn’t take too long to see we’re living in a land
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| Where faith and hope and glory count for more than life and peace
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| And bitterness and breaking point are only muscle deep
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| Well, I don’t know if it matters
|
| Or if I can say it doesn’t fool me
|
| When the fear is strong enough to hold its own way
|
| Then you know it’s gonna spread around
|
| What am I gonna do about you? |
| (Across the border)
|
| When the feeling’s gone, it’s all pretending
|
| And the living is always easy
|
| It’s a fine line
|
| What am I gonna do about you? |
| (Across the border)
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| When the feeling’s gone, it’s all pretending
|
| And the living is always easy
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| It’s a fine line |