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These are the eyes |
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These are the eyes of my eyes |
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And they look out |
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Not from my face but my gut |
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And when my shirt lift up |
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I can at last see your form |
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There is a weight inside of me |
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Rising up now, up from my guts |
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And up and away |
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Out from my chest |
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And through my shirt |
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The thing can speak |
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And this is what it says |
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"Nature forgave but I cannot forget" |
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These are the eyes, these are the eyes of my eyes |
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They see your hand under my head as I lie |
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All of the light that once was yellow is grey |
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My blood can sing, it will shout "Up and away" |
