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Time
All the long red lines

That take control

Of all the smoke like streams
That flow into your dreams
That big blue open sea
That can't be crossed

That can't be climbed
Just born between

Oh, the two white lines
Distant gods and faded signs
Of all those blinking lights
You had to pick the one tonight

Holes

Dug by little moles

Angry jealous spies
Got telephones for eyes
Come to you as friends
All those endless ends
That can't be tied

Oh, they make me laugh
And always make me cry
'Til they drop like flies
And sink like polished stones
Of all the stones I throw
How does that old song go?

How does that old song go?

Bands
Those funny little plans
That never work quite right