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Fine Line (Lyric) by sliver

Momma, help me. I'm dyin' And I swear to God, I'm tryin' But I'm not sure I can hold That fine line. Since the days I was a baby, When you rocked me on your knee, You've tried to give me faith But I couldn't always see. I've stood out in this world Made my mark for sure. Never terribly concerned, With the condition of my soul. I'm here to tell you mamma, I was really on a roll, But now the shadow is reaching, And it feels so awful cold. Momma, help me. I'm dyin' And I swear to God, I'm tryin' But I'm not sure I can hold That fine line.

Dovina 12-Nov-08/1:57 PM
Well put. We get pulled back to mama's knee and mama's beliefs, like a magnet too strong for reason.




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