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Published on Feb 6, 2013
Song from the perspective of an outer hair cell.
Thanks for watching, Bill Hodgetts
I feel so unsure As he walks right in and heads right to the dance floor then he stands in front of the biggest speaker there and I'm no match for that volume; I'm just an outer hair
that's never going to dance again flattened cells have got no rhythm though it's easy to pretend I know you're not a fool you should've found somewhere else to dance my friend at least you could have used some tissue so I'm never going to dance again, the way I danced with you
Time can never mend I can't hear whispers of my good friends and I don't know why I protect my eyes but there's this ringing in my ears it happens all the time
tonight the music seems so loud I wish that we could lose this crowd maybe it's better this way; we'd only have to use our afferent pathways we could have been so good together we could have lived this dance forever but now who's going to dance with me please stay