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Who is it I'm talking to behind this screen? We converse about our lives and our dreams But nothing of substance is said it seems She'll mask her intention As I seek out her attention But she'll never mention, anything to me about what this could be Now we engage in this dance Looking for a chance Never wavering in her stance Looking at the other match And continue on with these facades That we're great for each other because We're holding on to something that once was