| Well, I don't think for pleasure |
| It's just hard not to do |
| My thinkin' is a measure of how much I need a clue |
| I'm still flyin' blind, hopin' I might find |
| A way to stop my thinkin' and open up my mind |
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| Well, I don't see too clearly |
| I wish you'd show me how |
| If seein' is believin', I believe I need it now |
| It comes as no surprise, I can't analyze |
| My usual refusal to open up my eyes |
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| My feelings hurt me plenty |
| Not feelin' hurts me more |
| Feeling's got me kneelin' down, wounded to the core |
| Not feeling's got its charms, but you find out who it harms |
| When your lover soon discovers you can't open up your arms |
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| It's like being in a prison |
| You lock yourself inside |
| A limited perspective even with eyes open wide |
| But I can't walk no more through scenes I've seen before |
| Why don't you come to me, bring a key, open up |
| Open up the door |
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| It's just love and it's a puzzle |
| Of that there is no doubt |
| Can't do nothing with it and you sure can't do without |
| Can't learn your part, you won't know where to start |
| Till you quit all your questions and open up |
| Just open up your heart |
| One small suggestion: quit your questions and open up |
| Just open up your heart |
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