| I woke up blacked out in a snowstorm
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| With an airbag burn on my cheek
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| Check the wreckage, walk away ok
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| I’m gonna change
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| Swearing to and plowing through the trees
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| You were in my blind spot
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| You were in my blind spot
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| You were in my blind spot
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| You were in my blind spot
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| This heart is a cold cave
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| My mind is a parking lot
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| And your voice came like a frostquake on the plains
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| This old body is a closet filled with hoarded nothings
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| My soul is a cathedral in an air raid
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| You were in my blind spot
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| You were in my blind spot
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| You were in my blind spot
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| You were in my blind spot
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| See the trouble with flying
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| Is the glueing on the feathers
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| And there’s a body just laying at your feet
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| Still faithfully yours, unchanged, unhinged
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| We did not ask to be, but
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| You were in my blind spot
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| You were in my blind spot
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| You were in my blind spot
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| You were in my blind spot
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| You were in my blind spot
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| You were in my blind spot
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| You were in my blind spot
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| You were in my blind spot |