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I'm lying in the hospital |
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I'm pinned against the bed |
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A stethoscope upon my heart |
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A hand against my head |
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They're peeling off the bandages |
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I'm wincing in the light |
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The nurse is looking anxious |
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And she's quivering with fright |
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I'm looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes |
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3x Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes |
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The doctors are avoiding me |
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My vision is confused |
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I listen to my earphones |
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And I catch the evening news |
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A murderer's been killed |
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and he donates his sight to science |
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I'm looked into a private ward |
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I realise that I must be |
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4x Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes |
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3x Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes |
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I smash the light in anger |
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Push my bed against the door |
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I close my lids across the eyes |
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And wish to see no more |
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The eyes receives the messages |
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And sends them to the brain |
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No guarantee the stimuli |
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Must be perceived the same |
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When looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes |
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5x Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes |
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Gary don't need his eyes to see |
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Gary and his eyes are parted company |
