| Bring me to the things you know
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| Through a landscape of cut flowers
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| Be my eyes and be my road
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| Give me all your earthly poison
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| For I am but a poor blind boy
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| And my heart is full of poison
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| I can never see the light
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| The flowers that to you look so bright
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| The flowers that to you look so bright
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| They are to me just black on black
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| But I can hear the sweet bird sing
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| And the bee on the wing
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| They love me, yes they love me
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| And to me she is so kind
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| Oh they love me and she loves me
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| Only because I’m blind
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| In a world of light my heart is dark
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| And all I see is black on black
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| I am but a poor blind boy
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| If we talk, call me Snake
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| Treat me kindly though I am
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| Sticky as electric tape
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| They love me, yes they love me
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| And to me she is so kind
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| They love me and she loves me
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| Only because I’m blind
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| I am but a poor blind boy
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| And my heart is full of poison
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| I can never see the light
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| For I am but a poor blind boy |