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The industry's out of touch |
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The means of production are now in the hands of the workers |
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But I still want to be guided by your expert hands |
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Oh, lay your expert hands on me |
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And I, I would listen while you played me through my fears |
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And I, I would whisper just to make you come near |
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And I'd watch every gesture while you play the |
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Kay with mirrors |
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Oh I, I want your hands here |
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The new millennium's tough |
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For some more than others a ridiculous understatement |
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But I still want to be gazed on by your |
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Ativan eyes |
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Oh, cast an eye upon me' |
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Cause I'd sit and write to you about all this and nothing |
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And I, I would give it all to give up all but one thing |
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And I'm so sick of cynics and |
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I want something to trust in |
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Oh I, I want your eyes here |
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I feel danger growing |
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A storm's dropping branches in my path |
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Only danger where |
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I'm goingWill you be a stranger when |
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I get back? |
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We strive to survive causing least suffering possible' |
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The Flux of |
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Pink Indians', gave me words for that |
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But I still want your heart beating on mine |
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But, oh, have |
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I been beating on your heart?' |
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Cause I, I would listen while you played me through my fears |
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And I, I would whisper just to make you come near |
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And I'd watch every gesture while you play the |
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Kay with mirrors |
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Oh I, I want your hands here |
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And I'd try and talk to you about all this and nothing |
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And I still give it all to give up all but just this one thing |
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And I'm so sick of cynics and |
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I want something to trust in |
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Oh I, I want your eyes here, |
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I want your eyes here |
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Ativan eyes, dear |
