Fernando Ortega - On The Line Lyrics

He wakes up worried
Something's always wrong
He can't remember
He goes o-n and on
On and on

He gets confused
Holds his head in his hands
Willful and afraid
But he's st-ill a man
Still a man

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He's alone
Frail and thin
We listen but fail him
Out of time
We're running out of time
An old life on the line
Old life on the line

He lost most everyone
He ever loved
His mother, his father
His only son
His only son

He holds onto things
Stamps and coins
He h-olds onto no one
And hides his pain
Like a broken boy

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He believes in no one for too long
He needs attention, so many demands
So sentimental, a bitter man
A bitter m-an

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Old life on the line