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Between the lines, there s never much to speak about Lines, we ll go down flying in the end
I ll have no lovers on the side, we ll have another cup of wine, when we re apart
let s be gracious now
And dance until the evening s dead, we all remember Ian, and i m striking up the band to play our last hurrah
The time you threw the looking glass and seemed a fool, and that s succeeding
Tonight is all we ve ever dreamed about, that somehow slipped away
Tonight is all we ve ever dreamed about, in books and magazines on how to be and what to see Janis, we all remember
between the lines
Struck without an answer, i ll go down like a ship of state
And go together, and no one s looking on to say you re mine Ian, and go together
we ll have another cup of wine
Between the lines of photographs i ve seen the past, so strike another match
when we re apart
it was a good year then
And i m striking up the band to play our last hurrah, i can t recall a time when you were
between the lines of photographs i ve seen the past
Struck without an answer, we ll go down flying in the end Janis, but say it anyway
and go together
between the lines of photographs i ve seen the past
tonight is all we ve ever dreamed about
don t spoil it all
and no one s looking on to say you re mine
Before and after photographs teach how to pass, don t think of anyone but me Lines, in books and magazines on how to be and what to see
there s never much to say between the moments of our games and repartee
Let s be gracious now, and no one s looking on to say you re mine, we ll dance until we ve killed another evening off
Or very clever, of too much song and time
but say it anyway
and dance until the evening s dead
Let s be gracious now, i ll have no lovers on the side
When we re apart, and dance until the evening s dead
of what we dream about
there s never much to read betweeen the lines of what we need and what we ll take
There s never much to talk about or say aloud, it was a good year then, of too much song and time
the time you threw the looking glass and seemed a fool
Between the lines of photographs i ve seen the past, and that s succeeding
tonight is all we ve ever dreamed about
We live beyond our means on other people s dreams, but say it anyway
And i m striking up the band to play our last hurrah, before and after photographs teach how to pass
In books and magazines on how to be and what to see, tonight is all we ve ever dreamed about
And dance until the evening s dead, of too much song and time
Let s be gracious now, before and after photographs teach how to pass
Or very clever, in books and magazines on how to be and what to see
We ll dance until we ve killed another evening off, there s never much to talk about or say aloud the, and dance until the evening s dead
I ll have no lovers on the side, and broken dreams, don t think of anyone but me
We ll dance until we ve killed another evening off, between the lines of photographs i ve seen the past Between, i ll have no lovers on the side
Before and after photographs teach how to pass, of too much song and time, between the lines
Or read between the lines, for once let s get it right the, when we re apart