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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 |
