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Hands in line
Arms close to my side
IÕm fighting tides of an oceanÕs undertow
And I figure I might not make it
And IÕm taking empty
But seldom keeping
And the words retreat breathing histories into stories untold
And I unfold.
My hands are high
And IÕm holding out, holding up

Because I figure that I just might make it
And IÕm waking empty but seldom sleeping
And the words repeat breathing histories into stories untold
And I unfold.
Quality is what you see now in the corner of your eye.
DonÕt be surprised if you hear the bells ring
They form from the sky and they sound bong, bong, bong
And IÕm holding up because I figure that I just make it.
And IÕm waking empty but seldom sleeping
And the words repeat breathing histories into stories untold
And I unfold.