Pat Benatar - Out of Touch Lyrics

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Out of Touch

Out of Touch Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Out of Touch By Pat Benatar?
I've seen your picture in the paper
On the front page of magazines I've pulled the trigger right at you On billboards and movie screens When I talk, it's to myself Cause I know your kind, you're like everyone else Maybe it'll work itself out in time, before I lose my mind You, you're out-a-touch All alone in a danger zone, and I think too much Your out-a-touch I keep your letters by the mirror You're the subject of every dream You're not so invincible, and I'm not what I might seem When I look, it's in your eyes And I know your look, you can hypnotize How long does it have to last like this, a Kodachrome kiss You, you're out-a-touch All alone in a danger zone, and I think too much You, you're out-a-touch You're in my sight all through the night And I see too much Your out-a-touch Can't you see I'm obsessed I'd do anything, I'm possessed I'm in a constant rage with your luminary stage I need you, I need you I've seen your picture in the paper On the front page of magazines I've pulled the trigger right at you On billboards and movie screens When I look, it's in your eyes And I know your look, you can hypnotize How long does it have to last like this, a Kodachrome kiss You, you're out-a-touch All alone in a danger zone, and I think too much Your out-a-touch I need you (x7) |
Who Wrote Out of Touch By Pat Benatar?
Christopher Difford, Glenn Tilbrook
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