Stop cold in your tracks;
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this brother could not relax;
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and like a stone between my eyes,
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I'm gonna shed its disguise;
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Don't let me lose, don't let me lose contact.
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Movin' fast with the feeling;
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pulling hard and there's no concealing;
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diamond fingers pull me through;
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couldn't do it without you.
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Now I'm seeing what, I'm seeing what I believe in.
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You give me a piece of your action;
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you star (stone) me with a calm;
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I've been fed off my kharma,
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too much, much too long.
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Being pushed at the frontier;
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feel it up to my ears;
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to you my life is melting in,
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without you to helter shelter me.
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Now I'm not stoppin', not stoppin' where love is feeling.
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Contact
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| Pete Townshend |
