I was breathing not sleeping nor having the choice
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I was brushed by the skirts of a ghost with your voice
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You were drowned in the buzz of the humming machines
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And you were looking at me
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You're looking at me
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A strange conversation in the visiting room
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The big smile of ignorance shone like the moon
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What I wanted to say was lost at sea
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Cos you were looking at me
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You're looking at me
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Being your sleeper what should I do but tend
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Enlaced in your beauty, silent shining friend
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Sunburned and bruised where no-one can see
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You were looking at me
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You're looking at me
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Where is the dreamer when night makes its slide
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And light takes a candle to shine on inside
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And is it a dream that no-one can see
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That you're looking at me?
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You're looking at me
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You're Looking At Me
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| John Wesley Harding |
