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The Industry's out of touchThe means of production are now in the hands of the workersBut I still want to be guided by your expert handsOh, lay your expert hands on meAnd I, I would listen while you played me through my fearsAnd I, I would whisper just to make you come nearAnd I'd watch every gesture while you play the Kay mirrorsOh I, I want your hands hereThe new millennium's toughFor some more than others - a ridiculous understatementBut I still want to be gazed on by your Ativan eyesOh, cast an eye upon me'Cause I'd sit and write to you about all this and nothingAnd I, I would give it all to give up all but one thingAnd I'm so sick of cynics and I want something to trust inOh I, I want your eyes hereI feel danger growingA storm's dropping branches in my pathonly danger where I'm goingWill you be a stranger when I get back?we "strive to survive causing least suffering possible"The Flux of Pink Indians gave me words for thatAnd I still want your heart beating on mineBut, oh, have I been beating on your heart?'Cause I, I would listen while you played me through my fearsAnd I, I would whisper just to make you come nearLetras de cancionesAnd I'd watch every gesture while you play the Kay mirrorsOh I, I want your hands hereAnd I'd drive and talk to you about all this and nothingAnd I'd still give it all up all but just one thingAnd I'm so sick of cynics and I want something to trust inOh I, I want your eyes hereAtivan Eyes, Dear From Letras Mania