| He sees the two in the corner
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| Not easy to explain
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| What the other is thinking
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| You know it’s always in vain
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| Don’t you know that when the other’s wrong
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| Someone always tells them so
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| And that it doesn’t matter
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| What they’re trying to say
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| The blind leading the blind
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| No wonder nothing else gets done
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| They’re in each other’s way
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| They always seem to be leaders
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| A political mess
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| When all the votes have been counted
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| Oh, there’s one that’s thumping his chest
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| Don’t you know the winner walks away
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| The loser somehow gets to play
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| The blind leading the blind
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| No wonder nothing else gets done
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| They’re in each other’s way
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| The blind leading the blind
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| There’s a reason there’s so many dead
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| They’re dying everyday
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| We all stand here
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| Opinions in our minds
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| They’re tying up our hands
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| And cover up our eyes
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| We shake our heads dismayed
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| When they play that song
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| Then they drape the flag upon the caskets when they fall
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| The blind leading the blind
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| No wonder nothing else gets done
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| They’re in each other’s way
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| The blind leading the blind
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| There’s a reason there’s so many dead
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| They’re dying everyday
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| The blind leading the blind
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| It’s no wonder nothing else gets done
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| They’re in each other’s
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| In each other’s way |