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He blinks so big, I wish I could sit behind his lids
And see
what his eyeballs have been seeing just for kicks (kicks)
He looks at me, blinks big, and swears he's doing well
But
if got behind those lids I'd say he's not so swell
What's a hard heart say?
What's that eye chart say?
When
he can't make the letters out
'cause his lids are in the way
He opens his eyes so big it's like he's just seen
Mars
But when he closes them again he missed all the shooting stars.
Sitting on his eyes, I could avert tragedies-
They fly, I duck, his lids are like a shield for me.
What's a hard heart say?
What's that eye chart say?
When
he can't make the letters out
'cause his lids are in the way
Sitting in his eyes, it's like I'm in a muscle shell
Not like a conch you hold to your ear and hear the music swell.
If I could make his muscle shell talk, I'd be the
best ventriloquist
But he's squinting at eye charts like the world's worst optometrist.
What's a hard heart say?
What's that eye chart say?
When he can't make the letters out
'cause his lids are in the way
(Don't need
to sit on his eyes to know what his eyes have seen
He hides them from me 'cause he's seen the sickness inside of me)
What's
a hard heart say?
What's that eye chart say?
When he can't make the letters out
'cause his lids are in the way
in the way
in the way
I'm in the way
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