| Sometimes you gotta take off your shoes
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| Sit right down in the middle of the road
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| Kick off the dust, and deal with the news
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| That you are blind
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| These dreams are familiar
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| These are places we’ve been before
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| Somewhere in the wild blue yonder
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| Lies the path where blindly we go
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| And I ain’t counting on nobody
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| Ain’t counting on my fingers and toes
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| Ain’t counting on no superstition
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| Cause my proposition is we are blind
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| These dreams are familiar
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| These are places we’ve been before
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| Somewhere in the wild blue yonder
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| Lies the path where blindly we go
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| And on the day that I play my last hand
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| As I set out blindly for some promised land
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| One thing I know, I’ll hope it’s dreams not eyes
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| Take a soul where it wants to go
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| These dreams are familiar
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| These are places we’ve been before
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| Somewhere in the wild blue yonder
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| Lies a path where blindly we go
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| Blindly we go… |