(Margaret Belew/King Crimson)
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Oh they're touching
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They're touching each other
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They're feeling
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They push and move
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And love each other, love each other
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They fit together like two hands...
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I am a face
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in the painting on the wall
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I pose and shudder
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And watch from the foot of the bed
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Sometimes I think I can
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Feel everything...
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The wind is blowing
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My hair in their direction
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The wind is bending my hair
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There are no windows in the painting
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No open windows, no open windows, no...
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Two Hands
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| King Crimson |
