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Once in a while I can see through
What is real and what is show.
Saving my colds for your purest thoughts.
It may come and it may go.
Chorus:
In a holding pattern, standing still as statues in a row.
Its so hard to change the pose.
And if movement mattered, I can still be moved, so ask again
Will they line us up in a row?
Give me a glimpse of some distant time. (? )
Let me know whats in store.
Keep me in mind when you cross yourself.
I couldnt ask for anymore.
(repeat chorus)
