Those distant eyes that look at you, they're focusing another view.
What do you think the trouble be, with eyes that look but do not see?
The ear that is preoccupied, is difficult to open wide.
How can you open wide?

How can you get the picture clear, if when one speaks you do not hear?
Won't you open up your senses, and eliminate pretenses,
while the source of all enhances, every aspect of your life?
The tongue that has,
the taste,
the taste we lack,
is like a whip upon the back.
Why can't we taste their point of view, and measure what we say and do?
The turned up nose,
that thinks we're great.
We'll blow our heads all out of shape.
That thing we smell that's oh so crude, could we really be out of tune?
Won't you open up your senses, and eliminate pretenses,
while the source of all enhances, every aspect of your life?
Those plastic smiles
Upon your face
While going through the same
Through the same old face
Oh, where can be the glow
When facial muscles tighten so
Those hands that touch
But do not feel
That part of life
That makes us real
Those arms that trust
And open wide
But do they want
Someone inside
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Won't you open up your senses
And eliminate pretenses
While the source of all enhances
Every aspect of your life
Of your life
Of your life
Of your life
Of your life
Of your life
Of your life