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it's weird to me how death brings people together, and not only death, but the waiting for someone's death. (and where do you draw the line? she's brain dead, and as far as i know it's just a matter of pulling the plug...) we get back in touch, fill each other in with the REAL story (we think) and remind each other that even though we're not close anymore, we love each other. we're glad we got out. we'd never wish something like this upon each other. and it's all true, but it's scary. it's a fine line.

I thought the time was passed when I could
Find beauty in a birds
I set the stage and the scenery
Rehearsing every word
Yeah but when I tried to make it more
Well it was always less
And it’s a thin line between pleasing yourself
And pleasing somebody else
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
All right
With my confidence on fire
I set to fixin’ up my roles
My separation of desires
Just left me deeper down in the hole
Yeah when I tried to make it more
Well it was always less
And it’s a thin line between pleasing yourself
And pleasing somebody else
Yeah and when I tried to make it more
Well it was always less
It’s a thin line between pleasing yourself
And pleasing somebody else
Now I’m tryin to get back
To what I know that I should be
Hoping to God that I was just
A temporary absentee
Yeah when I tried to make it more
Well it was always less
It’s a thin line between pleasing yourself
And pleasing somebody else
Yeah when I tried to make it more
Well it was always less
And it’s a thin line between pleasing yourself
And pleasing somebody else
Somebody else oh yeah
Oh yeah
All right
thin line - indigo girls