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Fine line
Well I saw you walking this way
A ghostly Spectre
With an angel face
You saw me in a horrid state
A fallen soldier
Who needed saved
But you can't save
What doesn't want to be saved
It's a fine line
Nothing you can do to change my mind
I'm feeling low and want to be high
Well I can't be
What I'm supposed to be
Your best bet
Is to stay away from me
Like out of date currency
Worth nothing to nobody
I walk a fine line
Never saw a cloud that was silver lined
I'm quickly running out of time
To piece together
My fractured mind
A ghostly Spectre
With an angel face
You saw me in a horrid state
A fallen soldier
Who needed saved
But you can't save
What doesn't want to be saved
It's a fine line
Nothing you can do to change my mind
I'm feeling low and want to be high
Well I can't be
What I'm supposed to be
Your best bet
Is to stay away from me
Like out of date currency
Worth nothing to nobody
I walk a fine line
Never saw a cloud that was silver lined
I'm quickly running out of time
To piece together
My fractured mind
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