Pete Townshend - Contact na Lyrkicie

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Contact

Stop cold in your tracks
This brother could not relax
And like a stone between my eyes
I'm gonna shed its disguise
Don't let me lose, don't let me lose contact

Moving fast with the feeling
Pulling hard and there's no concealing
Diamond fingers pull me through
Couldn't do it without you
Now I'm seeing what, I'm seeing what I believe in

You give me a piece of your action
You star (stone) me with a calm
I've been fed off my kharma
Too much, much too long

Being pushed at the frontier
Feel it up to my ears
To you my life is melting in
Without you to helter shelter me
Now I'm not stopping, not stopping where love is feeling

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