| Like a blind man takes pictures
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| We pretended we could see
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| But it took all of our money
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| And it took you and me
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| There’s a space in between us
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| But it’s not inside my head
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| You can feel it all around you
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| Welcome to the wedge
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| Cause it’s black and it’s white
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| But invisible
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| So don’t sign your name
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| It’ll take all your trust if you let it
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| But never the blame
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| Feel the wedge
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| You can look in it’s face but you can’t see it’s eyes
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| From a dark and vicious circle
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| We were trying to break out
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| So sick and tired of second guessing
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| Dancing to the steps of doubt
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| The changes were blowing
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| Do you remember the hurricane?
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| But when big john took his final swin
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| We knew that nothing stayed the same
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| With a whambamagram it started
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| The saddest of days
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| Don’t dare to ask was it worth it
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| I’m too broke to say
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| Feel the wedge…
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| I could take all the bullshit but never the lies
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| Over turns to under
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| Truth becomes a maybe
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| Six and five will still be ten
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| I’ts black and white and
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| It’s not here tonight
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| It could be my friend
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| Feel the wedge
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| I have looked in it’s face
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| But you can’t see it’s eyes |