| Time, time and again I see you staring down at me
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| Now, then and again I wonder what it is that you see
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| With those angry eyes
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| Well, I bet you wish you could cut me down
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| With those angry eyes
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| You want to believe that I am not the same as you
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| And now I can’t conceive, oh lord, of what it is you’re trying to do
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| With those angry eyes
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| Well, I bet you wish you could cut me down
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| With those angry eyes
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| What a shot you could be if you could shoot at me
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| With those angry eyes
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| You and I must start to realize
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| Blindness binds us in a false disguise
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| Can you see me through those angry eyes?
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| You try to defend that you are not the one to blame
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| But I’m finding it hard, my friend, when I 'm in the deadly aim
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| Of those angry eyes
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| Well, I bet you wish you could cut me down
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| With those angry eyes
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| What a shot you could be if you could shoot at me
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| With those angry eyes |