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Like a blind man being left behind |
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Hitting every corner to make hurt |
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Left with a knowing of being not all right |
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And books and instruments to make that go away |
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In darkness - no reading can be done |
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In darkness - the scalpel cuts all wrong |
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I have been waiting for so long |
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Through a mirroring shadow |
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Never surrender, so they say |
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But if every try makes the next one even faultier |
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Should there not be a point of saying ney |
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Puzzling with my brain |
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Needles and alcohol to drain |
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Zip-sap-sow - there tomorrows go |
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I have been waiting for so long |
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Through a mirroring shadow |
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In that cube of black where I was trapped |
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White would circularly saw and make me free |
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When death came to close, there you were |
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Splendour of shine and grace |
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Transcending one of many a deaths |
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I was becoming all that I wanted |
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But light still remains a constant in mind |
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Though eyes cannot receive any glow |
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I keep it to myself as an arousal fantasy |
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And bit by bit I start to to make myself a believer |
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I have been waiting for so long |
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Through a mirroring shadow |
