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Who drew these lines, around my life?

Why does their presence, cut like a knife?

Where am I going, and where have I been?

Here I go, I'm askin' again,

Along these lines.

Who drew this box, To keep me in?

What kind of life, Am I livin' in?

Where am I now? I'm not stayin' in.

I'm going out, I'm gonna step,

Across these lines.

Who made this circle, I've been runnin' in?

What kind of steps, am I walkin' in?

Why does this rain, keep comin' in?

I'm gonna' run, I'm gonna crawl,

Across these lines.

Who threw up this wall, I keep climbin'?

They nailed the door, but I'm still knockin'.

Hear that guitar, I think it's rockin'!

Let it play, let it scream,

Across these lines!

I have been out, but I'm in again.

It's some kind of joke, but I'm not laughin'.

These lines in my life, I don't think they're a friend.

Why should I hide, why should I sneak,

Across these lines?

It's a tightrope walk, along these lines.

I'm afraid to talk, along these lines.

Do I have to color, within the lines,

No I want to holler, every time.

So I'm gonna' scream, and I'm gonna' dream....

Across these lines!