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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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lyrics: john petrucci |
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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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