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The Doing Of The Thing
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Words & Music by Bob Bennett
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© 1991 Bright Avenue Songs
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P.O. Box 1578
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Cypress, CA 90630-6578
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Reprinted/Posted by Permission
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All Rights Reserved
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Fleeting glimpses of you everywhere
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Like sunlight at dusk
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Through this ocean of trees
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And me in speeding car
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Headlong into the future
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Your perfume through this poison musk
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My eye on letter "E"
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Mistake the nodding of the head
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And all the words that can be said
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Mistake the very song I sing
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For the doing of the thing
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She in white dress
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He in rented clothes
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Bargains are struck
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And promises made
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But soon we find those people
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Are already dead or dying
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They just exist in photographs
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That show how far they've strayed
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Mistake the nodding of the head
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And all the words the can be said
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Mistake the wearing of the ring
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For the doing of the thing
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And in that quiet cemetary
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Where theories go to die
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It's not a question of believing
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It's not a question of the lie
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It's the distance that we will not cross
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For the fear of suffering
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Between the creed we speak so easily
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And the doing of the thing
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Broken souls covered in broken skin
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No resolution on the video screen
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And half a world away
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Somebody does our bidding
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Because we like to pray
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With our fingernails clean
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Mistake the nodding of the head
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And all the words that can be said
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Mistake the sympathy we bring
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For the doing of the thing
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The doing of the thing
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The Doing Of The Thing
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| Bob Bonnett |
