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I was led a blind man through delusions |
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Fed by my shallow strength of sense |
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Within the confines of confusions |
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I cannot tell my real means from pretence |
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You were led in to the dreams of these illusions |
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Fed with loneliness ways of pain |
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So, who the hell am I to tell you |
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How to walk your way when I cannot find my own lucidity |
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And who the hell am I to yell |
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Before my own transgression |
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Like feigning in disguise |
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Descending senses or pretending, |
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I used to have much more than this |
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Painting the blue eyes |
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Within delusions, they'll never leave me be |
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And if I paint my eyes with lies |
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Please rip 'em off and you'll see |
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Disguise will fail in daylight |
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And if you eat my feckless lies |
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Just throw'em up before me |
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Like feigning in disguise |
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Descending senses or pretending, |
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I used to have much more than this |
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Painting the blue eyes |
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Within delusions, they'll never leave me be |
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Like feigning in disguise |
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Descending senses or pretending, |
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I used to have much more than this |
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Painting the blue eyes |
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Within delusions, they'll never leave me be |
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So, who the hell am I to tell you |
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How to walk your way when I cannot find my own lucidity |
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Oh please, I'm on my knees to tell you |
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What we could have been |
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but never show me sympathy |
