| I clung to a blindfold and a book
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| I couldn’t think, I couldn’t look
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| A car careening off the road
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| I spoke like a riddle, in a dream
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| My heart was pumping gasoline
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| I still was sleeping when i woke
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| My head, ran away, and then my heart
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| The whole caboodle fell apart
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| I didn’t notice I was gone
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| But now, there is music, there is light
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| There is laughter, there is sight
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| I am new, and I am strong
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| Free me, scrub away my calloused thoughts, release me Clean me, there’s water
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| in the creek And I will wash away my sad defeats and start, this all anew
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| I thought I knew it all before
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| My cup was spilling on the floor
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| I had to pour it down the drain
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| Now I can fill it up anew
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| With something real, with something true
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| I’m standing naked in the rain
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| Free me, scrub away my calloused thoughts, release me Clean me, there’s water
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| in the creek And I will wash away my sad defeats and start, this all anew
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| The beginner’s mind will see
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| That there’s a forest for the trees
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| And that we’re smaller than the sum of who we are
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| With a whisper or a shout
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| The voice will shake you in and out
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| And leave you empty as a midnight boulevard, ooh
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| Free me, scrub away my calloused thoughts, release me Clean me, there’s water
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| in the creek And I will wash away my sad defeats and start, this all anew |