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The More Of You That I Inspect The More Of Me I See Reflect The More I Try To Read Your Lips The More The Mask You’re Wearing Rips But When I Seek Out Your Voice My Ears Are Overcome With Noise You Show And Tell With Greatest Ease Raving Impossibilities Engaged In Crime I…