| The demands made upon you
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| Are hard to live up to
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| It’s futile to try and deny
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| And the things you hold dearly
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| Are scoffed at and yearly
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| Judged once and then left aside
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| 'Cause they’re blind
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| They hold you too close to the light
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| And I see what they only might if they’d learn
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| But they’re letting you burn 'cause they’re blind
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| To the brown-eyed beholder
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| See the chip on your shoulder
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| That fools everyone to believe
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| That you’re so hard to talk to
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| And so easy to read through
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| Yet nobody looks past your sleeve, yeah
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| 'Cause they’re blind
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| They hold you too close to the light
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| And I see what they only might if they learn
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| But they’re letting you burn 'cause they’re blind
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| They only like what they can see
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| And what they can’t, they just can’t agree
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| If you run to me, run, run
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| Only like the day with her
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| Only like a date with her
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| Then you’ll run back
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| Then you’ll run back blind
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| 'Cause they’re blind
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| They hold you too close to the light
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| And I see what they only might if they’d learn
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| But they’re letting you burn 'cause they’re blind
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| An old man said to me
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| Go home and take it easy
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| And run to me, run, run
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| Only like a date with her
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| Only one more day with her
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| Then I’ll run back
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| Then we’ll run back blind
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| They hold you too close to the light
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| And I see what they only might if they learn
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| But they’re letting us burn
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| 'Cause they’re blind |