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Over the line, we think twice
It's not the way, they say
But it will have to do
And, I'll speak to you in time
I'll be on my best, for sure
You can rest assured
Till' seven's day
These are not the blades of grass
That you came for (at last)
And the pain, it subsides
With the weight of all your
White lies
I'll be on my best, for sure
You can rest assured
Till seven's day
