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Pete Townshend

5

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.

Movin' 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 stoppin', not stoppin' where love is feeling