| I can’t see what’s in front of me
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| Using hands that feel nothing
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| You and me got some qualities
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| Don’t they count much more these days
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| I can’t hear, let me know you’ar near
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| Use my arms to steal me through
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| Everybody’s senses will change
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| As everybody senses a change
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| I can’t taste with a mouth like this
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| But it speaks out loud to you
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| I don’t need sweet, I’ll be incomplete
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| And what I want is moving me
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| Everybody’s senses will change
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| As everybody senses a change
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| I’m slipping down the glass
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| Changed to Guiness and I got here fast
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| I’ve looked at you too long
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| And I can’t move my eyes without bringing my head along
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| I’m slipping down the glass
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| The feet that walked me in here
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| Are like two ropes around a mast
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| The camera’s passed around, technology is rolling through your town |