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Sometimes is all the time
And never means maybe
Sometimes is all the time
Maybe

And I’m moving on
And I’m moving on (Sometimes I feel alone)
And I’m moving on
And I’m moving on

Sometimes I make believe
When we’re alone
Machines have taken hold
Can you get me to a telephone
It’s just the little things
You used to see
Am I still that man who makes you who you want to be