| I got holes in my vision
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| There are certain things I cannot see
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| I’m looking right at you baby
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| But that don’t mean shit to me
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| Blindspots make it easier
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| For me to get through the day
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| Blindspots help me forge ahead
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| Through the troubles that keep coming my way
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| Now you might think I’m ill-prepared
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| That I don’t understand what I’m up against
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| In a cluttered world of ugliness
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| Blindness is the best defense
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| You tell me everything is beautiful
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| Beautiful in it’s own way
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| You got such a lovely cancer darling
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| Eating right through your brain
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| I’ve got gaps in my hearing
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| Certain frequencies have disappeared
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| The more you keep on talking baby
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| The more I’m glad the less I hear
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| Now you might think I’m ill-prepared
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| That I don’t understand what I’m up against
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| In a cluttered world of too much noise
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| Deafness is the best defense
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| My burden is my sense of smell
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| I smell bullshit from miles away
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| If I can’t get upwind from you
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| I’ll cut off my nose… to spite your face
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| Now you might think I’m ill-prepared
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| That I don’t understand what I’m up against
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| In a cluttered world of bullshit baby
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| Senselessness is the best defense
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| Senselessness is the best defense
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| Senselessness is the best defense
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| Senselessness is the best defense
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| Senselessness is the best defense |