The Line Lyrics by Lisa Stansfield

The Line

I look at the sky to where my futures lying
And I almost start to cry
Blinded by the sun Im trying to hold onto
The very last of precious time

Then I start to thinking what a mess were making
And it wont get better by & by
Well we can paint it up and make it pretty but
We cannot overstep the line

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We cannot overstep
We cannot overstep the
We cannot overstep the line

So many babys arms with nothing to hold onto
But just a precious flake of life
You think you care about them
They think you care about them
But thinkings only wasting time

If we really want to say the things we want to
It takes a bigger man to try
Well we can paint it up and make it pretty but
We cannot overstep the line

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Well politicians sit and pretend they give a shit while
Little men go out to die
The only arms theyre hugging are the ones theyre running
Later to be justified

I say I dont mind
You say you dont mind
But what about the babies and what about the sunshine
Well we can paint it up and make it pretty but
We cannot overstep the line

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Say I dont mind
You say you dont mind
But what about the babies and what about the sunshine
Well we can point it up and make it pretty but
We cannot overstep the line

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