| Without blindness, there is no sight
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| You’d see further if you’d only close your eyes
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| In unconsciousness, I can find peace
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| Inside prison walls, I can find release
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| There is a place that I have seen
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| Somewhere between waking and sleeping
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| Down at the waters edge, somebody waits for me
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| Is it too late for me? |
| It’s never too late, he says
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| Without blindness, there is no sight
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| (Without blindness, there is failure)
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| You’d see further if you’d close your eyes
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| (People gather by the river, they were talking)
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| Unblock the failure
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| There is a place that I have seen
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| Somewhere between waking and sleeping
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| Leaning over the side, trailing my fingertips
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| Feeling the water slip into the quiet night
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| Viewed from the wrong end of a telescope
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| I see myself so far below
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| Still and silent, rest in peace
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| The thread unravels the merciful release
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| There is a place that I have seen
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| Somewhere between waking and sleeping
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| Now I can almost see figures upon the shore
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| He’s gathering in the oars, where are you taking me? |