| I’ll walk the line
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| You can shove everything that you have
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| You’ll throw it right back at me
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| Saying you couldn’t care less
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| You ask me where the window’s at
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| I tell you follow the smokers
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| If that’s impolite
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| You sure don’t belong to the jokers
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| There’s nothing between us
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| Except the air that we breathe
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| You build on the bullshit
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| You’ve got stuck up your sleeve
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| There’s nothing between us
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| Except the air that we breathe
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| You build on the bullshit
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| You’ve got stuck up your sleeve
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| I’ve done all my best
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| I’ve tried to make it worthwhile
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| So now the more you yell, spit and curse
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| The more that I smile First you dig up the dagger
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| Then you ram it all the way
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| Through my heart, and set fire
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| To the walls and you tear them apart
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| Then you sit, look and listen
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| While your wolves come and start
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| There’s nothing between us
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| Except the air that we breathe
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| You build on the bullshit
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| You‘ve got stuck up your sleeve
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| There’s nothing between us
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| Except the air that we breathe
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| You build on the bullshit
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| You got stuck up your sleeve
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| Brought back the joke
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| While you just blew smoke all the time
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| You shot at the sun and you missed it
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| I can still hear you whine
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| There’s nothing between us
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| Except the air that we breathe
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| You build on the bullshit
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| You‘ve got stuck up your sleeve
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| There’s nothing between us
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| Except the air that we breathe
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| You build on the bullshit
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| You still love to believe |