| I have wasted ten years in a blind-fold
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| Ten-fold more than 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) |