| Those distant eyes,
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| They look at you.
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| They’re focusing
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| Another view.
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| What do you think the trouble be,
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| With eyes that look, but do not see?
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| The ear that is
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| Preoccupied
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| Is difficult
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| To open wide.
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| How can you get the picture clear,
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| If when one speaks, you do not hear?
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| Won’t you open up your senses
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| And eliminate pretenses
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| While the source of all enhances
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| Every aspect of your life?
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| The tongue that has
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| The taste we lack
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| Was like a whip
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| Upon the back.
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| Why can’t we taste this point of view,
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| No matter what we say and do?
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| The turned up nose
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| That thinks we’re great
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| Will blow our hands
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| A lot of shame.
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| The thing that’s small
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| And so, so crude,
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| Could really be
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| Our attitude.
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| Won’t you open up your senses
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| And eliminate pretenses
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| While the source of all enhances
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| Every aspect of your life?
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| Of your life.
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| Those plastic smiles
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| Upon your face
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| While going through,
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| Going through the same old pace…
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| Oh, where can be the inner glow,
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| While facial muscles tighten so?
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| Those hands that touch
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| But do not feel
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| The point of life
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| That makes us real.
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| Those arms stretched out and open wide,
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| But do they want someone inside?
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| Won’t you open up your senses
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| And eliminate pretenses
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| While the source of all enhances
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| Every aspect of your life?
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| Of your life.
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| Of your life.
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| Of your life. |