Then it becomes your ear worm.
All I heard the rest of the day was,
Hold the line!
Love isn't always on time, no, no, no,
Hold the li-i-i-ine!
Love isn't always on time whoa whoa wo-oh
I don't care how great of a song it might be, when something gets planted in your ear and you cannot shut it off, it gets old, and more quickly than you think.
I had not heard Hold The Line in several years. Right this minute, I hope it's several more.
And there it goes again.

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