| Once in a while I can see through
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| What is real and what is show
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| Saving my colds for your purest thoughts
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| It may come and it may go
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| In a holding pattern, standing still as statues in a row
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| It’s so hard to change the pose
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| And if movement mattered, I can still be moved, so ask again
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| «Will they line us up in a row?»
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| Give me a glimpse of some distant time. |
| (?)
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| Let me know what’s in store
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| Keep me in mind when you cross yourself
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| I couldn’t ask for anymore
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| In a holding pattern, standing still as statues in a row
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| It’s so hard to change the pose
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| And if movement mattered, I can still be moved, so ask again
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| «Will they line us up in a row?»
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| In a holding pattern, standing still as statues in a row
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| It’s so hard to change the pose
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| And if movement mattered, I can still be moved, so ask again
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| «Will they line us up in a row?» |