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I have wasted ten years in a blind-fold, |
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Ten-fold more than |
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I've invested now in sight. |
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I have traveled beveled mirrors in a fly crawl, |
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Losing the reflection of a fight. |
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But like a compass seeking north, (seeking north). |
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There lives in me a still, sure, spirit part. |
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Clouds of doubt are cut asunder (clouds of doubt). |
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By the lightning and the thunder |
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Shining from the compass of my heart (shining from my heart). |
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I have flown the frantic flight of the bat-wing |
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And only known the dark because of that |
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I have seized death's door-handle |
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Like a fish out of the water |
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Waiting for the mercy of the cat. |
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But like a compass seeking north, (seeking north). |
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There lives in me a still, sure, spirit part. |
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Clouds of doubt are cut asunder (clouds of doubt). |
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By the lightning and the thunder |
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Shining from the compass of my heart (shining from my heart). |
