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Moving along the line
Looks like you're doing fine
Who goes forward, who goes backward
Who goes forward, who goes backward
Pushing a pencil line
Feels I'm killing time
You go forward, I go backwards
You go forward, I go backwards
Weeks, months and years go by
Think back and wonder why
Going forward, looking backward
Going forward, looking backward
I see the future and the past
Connecting a line from me to you
Beginning and ending are slipping out the glass
I know just a thread that's running through