| Somewhere out there, darkened cellar
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| There’s a game called Mystery
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| There is a man who stands blindfolded
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| That’s his world, you’ll never see
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| Somewhere out there, you’ll never see
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| Somewhere out there, a girl called Sugar
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| Dreams of bringing her fortune in
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| But every night, she stands blindfolded
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| That’s the way it’s all been
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| Somewhere out there, you’ll never see
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| It’s somewhere out there, you’ll never see
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| The saints are singing now, so we’ll feel better
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| The saints are looking down, so we must know
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| The saints won’t ever get to read this letter
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| Because the saints became blindfolded long ago
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| Somewhere out there, in the desert
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| There’s a game called Liberty
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| There is a kid, who stands blindfolded
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| That his world, you’ll never see
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| It’s somewhere out there, you’ll never see
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| It’s somewhere out there, you’ll never see
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| Somewhere out there, you’ll never see
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| Somewhere out there, somewhere out there
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| You’ll never see |