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meet somebody with green eyes Yours are blue! [Chorus] If you seek it, you won't find The lovers' eyes so blinded by love Blinded by love, blinded
As they sweep my naked flesh In pain I dwell My love Dream those endless dreams Beyond the withering beauty The moon will shine Red
the job Says he goin' to find blind spots And he'll do it. The 3rd planet is sure that they're being watched By an eye in the sky that can't be
boss just quit the job Says he's got himself some blinds to rob and he'll do it The third planet is sure that they're being watched By an eye in
I've been alone for so long Forgotten by the world forgotten to myself Your effervescent eyes have awakened me And brushed the dust away But I
Every time you come around There's another bouquet for me A corsage of promises and I am pinned Like a butterfly on a card Now I'm naked and I'm
I am born I am me I am new I am free Look at me I am young Sight unseen Life unsung My eyes have just been opened And they're open very
different now, I ain't the same man I was Hi, how are you doing? I'm new and improved with even less to lose A collector's edition version of a virgin drink
'cause her dome sloppy Gave her all that she could handle though She put her mouth around the wiz, something Amber Rose Get her naked and she look like
If Pirus and Crips all got along They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song Seem like the whole city go against me Every time I'm in
cause my true love is poetry I don't know what you thought hops but chief I've got tall props see This be thee rebuttal version To mister academic who
Mix 'em all together and your work can be seen For sixteen miles by the naked eye, not to mention T.V. The American media, greedier than the average