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I've gone blind but it's all right |
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'Cause my specs give me perfect sight |
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And in a second I can see it all |
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Everything becomes delightful |
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I'm not afraid of the dark or noise |
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I'm not daunted by the bark of boys |
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I'm with the birds flying in blue skies |
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Feathery free and I'm feeling fine |
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This city is a golden gate |
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The kind of gold that I love to hate |
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How good it gets in the hype and stress |
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Even though it's all a well-lit mess |
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Bury, bury, bury, better plant it in the ground |
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True or false with the lost and found |
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Hurry, bury me up to my knees |
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I'll swing my branches better in the breeze |
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Mental mammoth, I know I have a very bad habit |
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Of filling up my cup halfway elephantasizing my eyes |
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Vision still untrained in seeing what I have gained |
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A simple remedy of walking into trees |
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Mistaking birds as bees |
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Mistaking things I see |
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Bury, bury, better plant it in the ground |
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True or false with the lost and found |
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Bury, bury, better plant it in the ground |
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True or false with the lost and found |
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Hurry bury me over my head |
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Level with the living, level with the dead |
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Bury, bury better plant your feet down |
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The true and false of your lost and found |
