| There’s a teacher in a school room
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| Somewhere on the edge of town
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| Telling innocent little children what we used to be
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| They look and listen without a question
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| They see the pictures passed around
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| Making facts out of a theory and they all believe
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| As the lost lead the way
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| Another heart is led astray
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| These are the days when the blind lead the blind
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| And there’s one narrow way out of here
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| So pray that the light of the world will keep your eyes clear
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| 'Cause it’s a dangerous place here where the blind lead the blind
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| There’s a preacher in a nice church
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| Anchored in the heart of town
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| People flock to hear his eloquent delivery
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| He talks of Jesus how he can please us
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| But the cross cannot be found
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| Makin' theory out of facts until they’re all deceived
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| And the lost lead the way
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| And more hearts are led astray
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| These are the days when the blind lead the blind
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| And there’s one narrow way out of here
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| So pray that the light of the world will keep your eyes clear
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| 'Cause it’s a dangerous place here where the blind lead the blind
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| This is a dangerous time
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| And the truth is hard to find
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| So let His word light your way
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| And guard every step you take
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| These are the days when the blind lead the blind
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| And there’s one narrow way out of here
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| So pray that the light of the world will keep your eyes clear
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| 'Cause it’s a dangerous place here where the blind lead the blind |