Blind people must fall in love with a sense of mind, a sense of touch
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But when you insist on finding shadows in which to kiss
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And down the lights to cover the sights of your nakedness
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It feels so restrained
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Are we really ashamed
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Of what we possess?
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It's just nakedness
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Feeling too fat, feeling too thin
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Needing some clothing to cover the skin
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Thinking in terms of original sin
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Not knowing where the other one's been
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Afraid to discuss the difference between
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Falling in love and physical need
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A thousand distant painted looks
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Staring from adverts and top-shelf books
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Makes us afraid of what we reveal
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How it's portrayed is not how it feels
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It feels so individual
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It feels so other-personal
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Dresses up creates fiction
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Under restriction
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Fear of not being what the other one sees
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Image contradicting what lies underneath
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All the protection comes off in the end
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Nothing left to judge you by, nothing to defend
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Covered up the truth so long it seemed it wasn't there
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Here it is so laugh aloud or tell me why you're scared
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Naked
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Citizen Fish |