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Am F G E7 On your palm an endless wonder Am F G E7 Lines that speak the truth without a sound Am F G E7 In your eyes awaits the tireless hunger Am F G E7 Already looks for prey to run down Am F G E7 So why do we keep up this charade Am F G E7 How do we tell apart the time to leave from the time to wait What does tomorrow want with me What does it matter what I see If it can't be my design Tell me where do we draw the line The dance of flames and shadows in the street Make poetry nobody's ever heard The weight of loneliness stands on your feet The cage already there around the bird So why don't we join the masquerade Before it all falls apart before our love becomes insatiate What does tomorrow want with me What does it matter what I see If I can't choose my own design Tell me where do we draw the line Where's the cooling wind Where's the evergreen field Where's my mother's open arms Where's my father lionheart S'like the sun's gone down Sleeps in the hallowed ground now With the autumn's browns leaves With the one who never grieves What does tomorrow want with me What does it matter what I see If we all walk behind the blind Tell me where do we draw the line Whatever tomorrow wants from me At least I'm here, at least I'm free Free to choose to see the signs This is my line
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