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Lines In The Sand |
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Dream Theater |
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Falling Into Infinity |
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Music: Dream Theater |
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Sometimes, for a moment of bliss |
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And the passion, we're craving |
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There's a message we miss |
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Sometimes when the spirits left alone |
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We must believe in something |
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To find if we've grown |
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Tragic reflex, shattered calm |
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Static progress, senses gone |
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Numb awareness, final psalm |
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Swept away with the tide |
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Through the holes in my hands |
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Crown of thorns at my side |
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Drawing lines in the sand |
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Sometimes, if you're perfectly still |
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You can hear the virgin weeping |
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For the savior of your will |
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Sometimes, your castles in the air |
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And the fantasies you're seeking |
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Are the crosses you bear |
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Sacred conflict, blessed prize |
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Weeping crosses, stainless eyes |
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Desperate addict, faith disguised |
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Swept away with the tide |
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Through the holes in my hands |
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Crown of thorns at my side |
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Drawing lines in the sand |
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We fabricate our demons |
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Invite them into our homes |
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Have supper with the aliens |
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And fight the war alone |
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We conjure up our skeletons |
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Enlist the den of thieves |
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Frightened from our closets |
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Then sewn upon our sleeves |
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In the stream of consciousness |
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There is a river crying |
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Living comes much easier |
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Once we admit |
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We're dying |
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Sometimes, in the wreckage of our wake |
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There's a bitterness we harbor |
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And hate for hatred's sake |
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Sometime we dig an early grave |
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And crucify our instincts |
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For the hope we couldn't save |
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Sometimes a view from sinless eyes |
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Centers our perspective |
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And pacifies our cries |
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Sometimes the anguish we survive |
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And the mysteries we nurture |
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Are the fabrics of our lives |
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Swept away with the tide |
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Through the holes in my hands |
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Crown of thorns at my side |
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Drawing lines in the sand |
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