The Pale Pacific
fixed on a pattern
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Is there a song to sing perfect for the crowded waiting
room room in your ears? Dissonance is too much when
the resolution can take so very long Twisted into new
shapes trying to sing happy harmonies that just won't
come you're equipped with only minor chords diguised
as excuses, don't get me wrong don't get me wrong I've
seen your problems multiply as your eyes are fixed
onto a pattern that I have failed to recognize as hard
as I have tried No, that's not it Play it right,
again you are falling asleep while the sound still
rings Your eyes are fixed onto a pattern that I could
not find as hard as I *tried*