| I know what I don’t know sure can hurt me
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| But what I don’t know puts me at ease
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| I don’t want to hear it, don’t even want to be near it
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| So keep it to yourself, I beg of you, please
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| I’m gonna feel alright, surprise me later
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| No, not tonight but never better still
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| I better get moving with my oblivion aviators
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| And they will be my guide, yes they will
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| 'Cause I’m seeing tonight through eyes of oblivion
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| Yeah, I’m seeing tonight through eyes of oblivion
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| Well, I’m seeing through eyes of oblivion, all right
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| Yeah, I’m seeing tonight through eyes of oblivion
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| Always gonna be someone saying something
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| Making faces, poking fun at you
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| But it won’t hurt me
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| Nothing will alert me
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| Not a word will stick 'cause I don’t have a clue
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| Well, I’m seeing tonight through eyes of oblivion
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| Yeah, I’m seeing tonight through eyes of oblivion
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| Well, I’m seeing through eyes of oblivion, all right
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| Yeah, I’m seeing tonight through eyes of oblivion
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| Nothing will alert me
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| And not a thing will hurt me
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| I’m in the clear
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| Absolutely no idea
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| Well, I’m seeing tonight through eyes of oblivion
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| Yeah, I’m seeing tonight through eyes of oblivion
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| Well, I’m seeing through eyes of oblivion, all right
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| Yeah, I’m seeing tonight through eyes of oblivion |