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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.
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Posted: November 11, 2008 8:32 AM PST; Last modified: November 11, 2008 8:32 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.1659904 Overall Rank: 5090 Comments:
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Dovina @ 75.82.253.189
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12-Nov-08/1:57 PM
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Well put. We get pulled back to mama's knee and mama's beliefs, like a magnet too strong for reason.
Wish I had a sense of my fine line...
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