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It’s always a crowd,
but in your eyes
Only a lucky one, and so round
It’s always the line
Always in line, and I see you
Always through glass, and I meet eye
You’ve been sitting on the corner, in every perfect morning
I play a game now
I move in a body, you fall
I slow the court, but you do round
Will I see
you somewhere out in a solid place
I’m waiting for solid baby to come away
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