When I close my eyes I can see for miles There's comfort in my dark scene And chaos in the isles These eyes are not your eyes And these eyes are not The colour that You arid eyes might be No, I was not around When those eyes of yours Decided so I refuse to kneel before The sights you choose to see
When I close my eyes I remember how I smile Under my umbrella I'm an accomplished exile
These eyes are not your eyes And these eyes are Not the colour that Your arid eyes might be No, I was not around When those eyes of yours Decided so I refuse to kneel before The sights you choose to see
If this is right I'd rather be wrong If this is sight I'd rather be blind
These eyes are not your eyes And these eyes are Not the colour that Your arid eyes might be No, I was not around When those eyes of yours Decided to I refuse to kneel before The sights you choose to see
If this is right I'd rather be wrong If this is sight I'd rather be blind
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