| For an hour every year
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| Sitting in his comfortable chair
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| His instruments
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| Controlling my refractive state
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| By changing settings
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| Reading the letters on the chart
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| Change eye and take it from the stars
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| Shifting lenses
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| It’s better this way or that
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| A perfect vision
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| Every hour that she’s here
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| I see her sitting in my comfortable chair
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| No instruments
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| Could control our delicate state
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| We’re changing settings
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| And because of the tears in my eyes
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| I saw her leaving out of focus
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| Because of the tears in my eyes
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| I saw her leaving out of focus
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| Because of the tears in my eyes
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| I saw her leaving out of focus |