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There’s a fine line between love and hate, a very fine line between chance and fate. There’s fine line between smiling and crying, a very fine line between living and dying. The boundaries aren’t clear between good and bad, there’s no clear sign when to be happy or sad. The walls don’t stand tall between finish and start, there’s no sure way to tell together from apart.
There’s a fine line between wrong and right, a very fine line between day and night. There’s fine line between swim or sink, a very fine line between what we say and think. The boundaries aren’t clear between early and late, there’s no clear sign when to give or take. The walls don’t stand tall between maybe and never, there’s no sure way to tell now from forever.
So here we are in the twilight zone, somewhere between nowhere and home. Here we are in the dusk, Between what we want to do and what we must – there’s a very fine line… So here we are in no-man’s land, Nothing is promised from where we stand. Nothing is forever where nothing is defined, between where we are and out there – there’s a very fine line…
