| Blissfully Ignorant
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| We live in the flicker
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| Perceptions changing constantly
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| Struck with youthful vigor
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| My mind’s kept within a dream
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| This celestial maelstrom envelops me
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| A prismatic blindfold, ensnares the seer
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| Time drifts through these years
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| So hold onto your dreams
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| Blissfully ignorant
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| An eternal sunshine
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| Is the spotless mind
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| Blissfully ignorant
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| The mind of a child
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| Is so sublime
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| Blissfully ignorant
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| Leaving roses
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| At the devil’s shrine
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| So unaware of the dark out there
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| We sip from the fountains of innocence
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| And slip through the confines of existence
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| And as the sun peers down upon us all
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| Its glow evades the eyes of the ones grown old
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| Youth is envied, the truth is not
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| Divine entrapment conceals my thoughts
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| And forming speech and taking steps
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| Is all the world will beckon for
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| That essence of reality
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| Is yet to meet my eyes
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| The darkness is consumed by light
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| And my dreams, elated, take their flight
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| But undeveloped is our limbic system
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| And all of these visions will be lost
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| An esoteric contemplation
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| On what we’re meant for in this life
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| Yearning to grow but still confined to a seed
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| Time drifts through these years
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| So hold onto your dreams
|
| Blissfully ignorant
|
| An eternal sunshine
|
| Is the spotless mind
|
| Blissfully ignorant
|
| The mind of a child
|
| Is so sublime
|
| Blissfully ignorant
|
| Leaving roses
|
| At the devil’s shrine
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| So unaware of the dark out there |