| It’s not just a blink
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| Or the following of an arm
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| And it isn’t just a flicker
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| No it isn’t just a flicker
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| Oh, there’s a look in your eyes
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| That you can’t explain
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| Oh, there’s a look in your eyes
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| And when it slips through the rain
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| Oh, there’s a criss-crossed thinking
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| (No it’s not just a blink)
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| There’s a deeper tear
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| (No it’s not just a blink)
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| From the house you live in
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| (No it’s not just a blink)
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| There’s a place we can’t ignore
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| (No it isn’t just a flicker)
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| There’s a look in your eyes
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| And it’s two-thirds real
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| It’s the pulling of the undertow
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| When you can’t control the wheel
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| It’s not just a blink
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| Or the following of an arm
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| No it isn’t just a flicker
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| No it isn’t just a flicker
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| There’s a look in your eyes
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| That you can’t explain
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| There’s a look in your eyes
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| And it slips through the rain
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| Underneath the gaze
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| Underneath the gaze
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| Underneath the guise
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| Underneath the guise
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| Underneath the gaze
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| Underneath the guise
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| Underneath it goes away |