| 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 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 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 |