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Breathing from a hole in my lung, I had no one
But faces in front of me, racing through the void in my head
To find traces of a good luck academy
Sparks ignite and trade them for thought about no one
And nothing in particular washed the sickened socket and drove
Resent nothing, there's goodwill inside of me
Wake me up, lower the fever, walking in a straight line
Set me on fire in the evening, and everything will be fine
Waking up strong in the morning, walking in a straight line
Lately I'm a desperate believer, but walking in a straight line
Something that I'll never forget, I felt desperate
And stuck to the marrow, invisible to everyone else
I'm a sex change, and a damsel with no heroine
I don't need to time to say
There's no changing yesterday
If we keep talking and I keep walking in straight lines
Tim wrote:dizzymisslizzy wrote:"those thieving birds" is that metaphor for loss ?
That's what I thought, but he said the song was about him missing Australia.So maybe I'm wrong about Straight Lines entirely.
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