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there's never much to say between, the moments of our games and repartee, there's never much to read between, the lines of what we need and what we'll take, there's never much to talk about or say aloud, but say it anyway, of holidays and yesterdays, and broken dreams that somehow slipped away, in books and magazines of how to be, and what to see while you are being, before and after photographs, teach how to pass from reaching to believing, we live beyond our means on other peoples' dreams, and that's succeeding, between the lines of photographs, i've seen the past, it isn't pleasing, so strike another match, we'll have another cup of wine, and dance until the evening's dead, of too much song and time, there's never much to talk about, or read between the lines, of what we dream about when we're apart, and no one's looking on to say "you're mine", it was a good year then. it was a good year then, we all remember the time you threw the looking glass, and seemed a fool, or very clever, don't spoil it all. i can't recall, a time when you were stuck without an answer, we'll live a quiet peaceful time between the lines, and go together, and i'm striking up the band, to play our last hurrah, we'll dance until we've killed another evening off, don't think of anyone but me, i'll have no lovers on the side, tonight is all we ever dreamed about, for once, let's get it right, we'll go down flying in the end, throw another bottle in between the lines, we'll go down like a ship of state, let's be gracious now, between the lines

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Artist: janis ian