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Paranoid Eyes - Pink Floyd
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Paranoid Eyes Pink Floyd

Paranoid Eyes - Pink Floyd
Button your lip and don't let the shield slip
Take a fresh grip on your bulletproof mask
And if they try to break down your disguise with their questions
(Hello Kenna, how are you tonight?)
You can hide, hide, hide
Behind paranoid eyes

You put on your brave face and slip over the road for a jar
Fixing your grin as you casually lean on the bar
Laughing too loud at the rest of the world
With the boys in the crowd
You can hide, hide, hide
(I'll tell you what, I'll give you three blacks, and play you for five)
Behind petrified eyes

(Ta! You was unlucky there, son)
You believed in their stories of fame, fortune, and glory
Now you're lost in a haze of alcohol soft middle age
The pie in the sky turned out to be miles too high
And you hide, hide, hide
(Time gentleman!)
Behind brown and mild eyes

(Oi!)
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