| I was born with a blind eye
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| Stared straight into the plaid
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| But one was gifted a vision
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| Failed to hold in the sight
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| Now the memory fades
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| And falls upon deaf ears
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| Say, what’s happening here?
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| Say, what’s happening here?
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| And as the silence can scare me
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| So can whispers and wars
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| Fear can work in collusion
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| With our greatest saviours
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| The mystery remains
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| But never seemed so clear
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| Say, what’s happening here?
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| Say, what’s happening here?
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| Some have gold and high degrees of palaces and lands
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| I put the roof that shelters me and the one who understands
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| Silence can scare me
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| As can whispers and wars
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| And fear can work in collusion
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| With our greatest saviours
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| I’ve come along so far
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| From the roots I still bare
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| I crossed the great horizon
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| To find that nothing was there
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| Some have gold and high degrees of palaces and lands
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| I put the roof that shelters me and the one who understands
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| I put the roof that shelters me and the one who understands |