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I love the line that I’m in,
When I’m waiting for a band,
I love the quiet social drift,
Where we patiently just stand,
Waiting for the line to move,
Beside this cold brick wall.
Waiting for the doors to open,
To go inside the hall,
And the people that you meet,
When waiting in this queue,
All have their own crazy story,
That they tell to you.
I love waiting in the line,
When it moves so slow,
I love doing lines each time,
Right before the show.
Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2017