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Linkin Park - Across The Line Linkin Park - Across The Line |
| In this desert,
In darkness,
Lying with the gun across his chest.
Pretending,
He's heartless,
As the fire flashes in the sky.
He was fragile,
And frozen,
When the bullet took away his friend.
And now he's somehow,
More broken.
He's pulling his weapon to his side,
Loading it full of his goodbyes,
Holding an enemy across the line.
Sweating,
And shaking,
Lying with her hands across her chest.
She wakes with,
Her cravings,
As the fire flashes in her eye.
She was fragile,
And frozen,
When the needle took away her friend,
But now she's somehow,
More broken.
With every battle he's chosing,
With every fight he's losing,
His enemy's not far behind.
With every promise she's broken,
With every lie she's spoken,
Her enemy's not far behind.
It's your time.
It's your time.
It's your time.
It's - your - TIME!
He's pulling his weapon to his side,
Loading it full of his goodbyes,
Holding an enemy across the line.
He's pulling his weapon to his side,
Loading it full of his goodbyes,
Holding an enemy across the line.
With every battle he's chosing,
With every fight he's losing,
His enemy's not far behind.
With every promise she's broken,
With every lie she's spoken,
Her enemy's not far behind. |
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