23 lyrics for "End of it all, end of the line,"

Because you're mine, I walk the line I keep a close watch on this heart of mine I keep my eyes wide open all the time. I keep the ends out for the tie that binds I find it very, very easy to be true I find myself alone when each day is through Yes, I'll
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We walk the front lines We defend our country with our lives We pretend to see truth in all these lies But we were men 'Cause in the end we were men We were men Woke up screaming in bed The silence taunts me It's like I am there again
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I'm a hard, hard workin man I got it all on the line For a peace of the promised land I'm burnin' my candle at both ends 'Bout the only way to keep the fire goin' Is to outrun the wind I'm a hard workin' man I wear a steel hard hat I can ride, rope,
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So much so much for what we said No matter what I say you turn your back away Its never going to break you Its never going to make you fall Somehow between the lines is clearer I'm heading for the end On top of this bullshit and I don't want to hear it I
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Every back road, we've ever gone down Friday night bleachers, Sunday pews Ain't a county line mile without a memory of you Every whisper, every room, I walk in Every time the bartender fills it up again Everybody knows why I'm here, and you ain't around
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When she loves me When my baby loves me, She lays it all on the line. When she loves me, Her hair is red And her eyes are green She's soft and tender But she can be mean She knows what it takes to keep me
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Because you're mine, I walk the line. I keep a close watch on this heart of mine, I keep my eyes wide open all the time, I keep the ends out for the tie that binds, I find it very, very easy to be true, I find myself alone when each day's through, Yes,
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I'm a hard, hard workin man I got it all on the line For a peace of the promised land I'm burnin' my candle at both ends 'Bout the only way to keep the fire goin' Is to outrun the wind I'm a hard workin' man I wear a steel hard hat I can ride, rope,
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At the end of the river the sundown beams All the relics of a life long lived Here, weary traveler rest your wand Sleep the journey from your eyes A kite above a graveyard grey At the end of the line far far away A child holding on to the magic of birth
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Neon, the light they always leave on From the orange of the fall To the green of the summer, But my favorite color is With a little Johnny Lee on You put a double on your troubles on line This end of the tunnel is neon The sky in Cheyenne, Wyoming Is
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