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I'm lying in a 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 in fright... |
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I'm looking through |
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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 locked into a private ward. |
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I realise that |
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I must be... |
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Looking through |
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Gary Gilmore's eyes. |
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Looking through |
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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 my eyes, |
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And wish to see no more. |
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The eye receives the messages, |
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And sends them to the brain. |
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No guarantee the stimuli must be perceived the same... |
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When looking through |
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Gary Gilmore's eyes. |
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Gary don't need his eyes to see. |
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Gary and his eyes have parted company. |
