| I want a blind lover
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| Someone who’s never seen color
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| Never stared or judged another
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| Or beared witness to a crime
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| You gotta see it to believe it
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| No, I’d rather just hear it or feel it
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| Like faith in the Holy Spirit
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| I never needed my eyes
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| The sense of touch and feel
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| And sound seem more real
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| Than anything I’ve ever seen at all
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| If you’re looking back, it’s just a mess
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| And if you look ahead, it’s just a stress
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| Give me a lover with another way to crawl
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| I want a blind lover
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| Someone who’s never seen color
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| Never stared or judged another
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| Or beared witness to a crime
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| You gotta see it to believe it
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| No, I’d rather just hear it or feel it
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| Like faith in the Holy Spirit
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| I never needed my eyes
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| No, I never needed my eyes
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| I want a blind lover
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| Someone who’s never seen color
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| Never stared or judged another
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| Or beared witness to a crime
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| You gotta see it to believe it
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| Me, I’d rather just hear it or feel it
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| Like faith in the Holy Spirit
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| I never needed my eyes
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| I never needed my eyes, no |