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Oh, where does it fall?
That big grey line
Between what's wrong
Between what's right
I threw my friends to the dogs, and I know that I treated you unkind
And my head's to the wall âcause I'm sick but I try to act fine
But I'm sure I'll come home again
And I'll know your face my friend
Oh, daybreak has broke
And I wake up slow
These days drag by, and my eyes are tired from seeing through the smoke
I swear the sun doesn't shine; I've mistaken my grace for a smile
And my head's to the wall, since I've left I've been a wreck and a child
But I'm sure I'll come home again
And I'll know your face my friend
Oh, the sun shines new (you?)
And I know it's coming through
(?)I'm a man with a bull in my pen and I'm starting to finally see a new you (? No clue.)
So where should I stand; if my head's in a cloud it should rain
âcause I'm told feeling nothing is (?) what's often dealing with pain (?)
But I'm sure I'll come home again
And I'll know your face my friend
But I'm sure I'll come home again
And I'll know your face my friend
Oh, where does it fall?
That big grey line
Between what's wrong
Between what's right
I don't know, but I'm sure I'll come home again
And you'll know my face my friend