| No one wants to believe that when you can’t see
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| Your eyes are in your hands
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| With closed eyelids, heart’s in your ear
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| No one wants to believe disability
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| Deepens your senses when you’re deaf or blind
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| You only descry what you feel inside
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| Hearing a voice without a face
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| Or seeing light without sound
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| Hating silence when you’re voiceless
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| Unable to cry around
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| No one knows why my life can be so unfair
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| I’m trying to know but no one never seems to care
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| No one knows but I can find the reason why
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| Here some of them know
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| why I have got to live bereft of sky
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| No one wants to believe that when you can’t hear
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| The move of the lips is a real guide
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| You can even feel the rhythm of love
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| So I want to believe if I had the choice
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| I’d rather be dead than deaf
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| If I had the choice I will keep my voice
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| I’d rather be dead than deaf
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| But what’s the worse I can’t tell
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| Anyway if I were blind I’d still write and sing
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| With my hands I’d touch the essential
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| And know what the word listen means
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| And love eyes closed |