Pink Floyd Lyrics...
Paranoid Eyes
Album: The Final Cut
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Button your lip, don't let the shield slip
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Take a fresh grip on your bullet proof mask
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And if they try to break down your disguise with their questions
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You can hide, hide, hide
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Behind paranoid eyes
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"I'll tell you what, I'll give you three blacks, and play you for five
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"Ta! You was unlucky there son"
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"Time gentleman!"
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You put on your brave face and slip over the road for a jar
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Fixing your grin as you casually lean on the bar
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Laughing too laud at the rest of the world
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With the boys in the crowd
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You can hide, hide, hide
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Behind petrified eyes
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You believe in their stories of fame, fortune and glory
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Now you're lost in a haze of alchohol soft middle age
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The pie in the sky turned out to be miles too high
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And you hide, hide, hide
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Behind brown and mild eyes
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