Liner Songtext

tongues and (tungsten?) lights
steep in time
spoke and wheel rolling right
several sides when you fire wouldn't be lined, no
for every line

forever chasing lines
forever chasing lines
forever racing lines
forever

here you'll find skin in part
fencing inlay, nothing left
every line, twenty five, wouldn't be lined, no
for every line

forever chasing lines
forever chasing lines
forever (chasing/tracing) lines
forever chasing lines
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