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Tom: A
Intro: D

A             Em7            D          A
The line runs through like a train in a book
A         G           D             A
Or meters underwater, ending with a hook
A               Em7              D              A
It sways in the air when there's wind enough to lift,
A                 G               D          A
The fine ones are boundaries when There is a rift

D                     Bm         
I'm just pulling on a line, on a line
G                     D
I'm just pulling on a line
D                     Bm
I'm just pulling on a line, on a line
G                     D
Sometimes it pulls on me


A             Em7            D              A
The line, it inks across the freshly fallen snow,
A          G               D              A
Where only those embracing coldness would go
A           Em7                  D            A
It whistles and it whispers, and sometimes it howls,
A           G                   D            A
It sings to me sweetly from the trees and in vowels

D                     Bm         
I'm just pulling on a line, on a line
G                     D
I'm just pulling on a line
D                     Bm
I'm just pulling on a line, on a line
G                     D
Sometimes it pulls on me


A            Em7           D               A
The line, it writes itself across the dark sky,
A      G                D             A
In the electric flushes ending with a sigh
A           Em7         D         A
It weaves itself into a fabric so true
A      G                       D            A
and flows just like the river, graceful and blue


D                     Bm         
I'm just pulling on a line, on a line
G                     D
I'm just pulling on a line
D                     Bm
I'm just pulling on a line, on a line
G                     D
Sometimes it pulls on me