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You think |
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I'm blind, |
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I can see for miles |
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You think |
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I'm happy 'cause |
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I smile But beneath flies a bird with a neck for a noose and bricks for cargo |
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You think |
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I'm blind, |
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I can see for miles |
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You think |
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I'm gonna fake this smile |
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But I'll turn it loose on stones and air with its guts for cargo |
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And its pockets full, and its pockets full |
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There's a whole full of old blind men pointing in one direction |
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With their pockets full |
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So blind, they're tripping over their own deception |
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With their pockets full |
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You think |
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I'm blind, |
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I can see for miles |
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You think |
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I'm happy 'cause |
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I smile But beneath flies a bird with a neck for a noose and bricks for cargo |
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You think |
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I'm blind, |
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I can see for miles |
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You think |
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I'm gonna fake this smile |
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But I'll turn it loose on stones and air with its guts for cargo |
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And its pockets full |
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Too, too blind, |
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I wander in the wrong direction |
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With my pockets full ??? in one direction |
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With my pockets full |
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You think |
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I'm blind, but |
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I can see for miles |
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You think |
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I'm happy - but |
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I can take this smile |
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And turn it loose to live on stones and air for its own protection |
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With its pockets full |
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You think |
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I'm blind |
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You think |
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I'm blind |
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You think |
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I'm blind |
