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When a forlorn heart, filled with dreams, aspirations, emotions, thirst and hunger of love and passion, is stuck amidst insatiability & depression; a ray of shine, of hope, of faith shall emerge only from the depth of a pure conscience.

The feeling of helplessness carries tremendous burden. At such times, it becomes so essential to face the questions, and find the right answers.

This is a song again so special to me.. as it has helped me in standing up again from the odds, compelling me to do what I want while seeking what I love.. to draw my lines.

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Descent is never eternal, its not THE end. But just a pause, a break long enough to help you draw your lines.

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Know what it feels like Living Through Music?

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Where Do We Draw The Line

By

Poets Of The Fall

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On your palm an endless wonder

The lines that speak the truth without a sound

And in your eyes awaits the tireless hunger

Already looks for prey to run down

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So why do we keep up this charade

And how do we tell apart the time to leave from the time to wait

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What does tomorrow want from me

What does it matter what I see

If it can’t be my design

Tell me where do we draw the line

Tell me where do we draw the line

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The dance of flames and shadows in the street

Make poetry nobody’s ever heard

The weight of loneliness stands on your feet

The cage already there around the bird

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So why don’t we join the masquerade

Before it falls apart, before our love becomes insatiate

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What does tomorrow want from me

What does it matter what I see

If I can’t choose my own design

Tell me where do we draw the line

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What does tomorrow want with me

What does it matter what I see

If we all walk behind the blind

Tell me where do we draw the line

Tell me where do we draw the line

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Where’s the cooling wind

Where’s the evergreen field

Where’s my mother’s open arms

Where’s my father lion-heart

S’like the sun’s gone down

Sleeps in the hallowed ground now

With the autumn’s brown leaves

With the one who never grieves

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So why do we keep up this charade

And how do we tell apart the time to leave from the time to wait

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What does tomorrow want from me

What does it matter what I see

If it can’t be my design

Tell me where do we draw the line

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Whatever tomorrow wants from me

At least I’m here, at least I’m free

Free to choose to see the signs

This is my line

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This is how I Live Through Music.

Ronak R. / RokZRooM