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Once upon a time |
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I used to be alive, |
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I lived and loved, |
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I laughed and cried. |
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But I've forgotten how ' |
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Cause that was then and this is now |
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I'm down so low, the cold rain and snow, |
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Has battered my body, shattered my soul |
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Beat up, broke down, so low. |
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Beat down, broke up, down so low |
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I've seen how man treats fellow man |
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And I just don't understand |
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I don't care if the meek inherit the earth, |
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You keep my piece for what it's worth |
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It's a fine line between living and being alive |
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It's a fine line between living and being alive |
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It's a fine line when you're; |
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Sleeping on the street in the city that never sleeps |
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Sleeping on the street in the city that never sleeps |
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The street has made me numb, |
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I pray my time to come, |
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I'll be here |
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I'm not hard to find, |
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God hear my prayers, for once be kind. |
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Let it come |
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I am not afraid |
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I'm ready now |
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I don't despair, where, when, now |
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I really don't care |
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It's a fine line between living and being alive |
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It's a fine line between living and being alive |
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It's a fine line when you're; |
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Sleeping on the street in the city that never sleeps |
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Living on, dying on, |
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Sleeping on the street in the city that never sleeps |
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Living, dying on the street. |
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Beat up, broke down, so low. |
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Beat down, broke up, down so low |
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It's a fine line between living and being alive |
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It's a fine line between living and being alive |
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It's a fine line when you're; |
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Sleeping on the street in the city that never sleeps |
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Living on, dying on, |
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Sleeping on the street in the city that never sleeps |
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Sleeping, living, dying on the street-city that never sleeps. |
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City that never sleeps |
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Fine Line. |
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It's a fine line |
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It's a fine line, it's a very fine line, it's a fine line |
