| I was led a blind man through delusions
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| Fed by my shallow strength of sense
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| Within the confines of confusions
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| I cannot tell my real means from pretence
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| You were led in to the dreams of these illusions
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| Fed with loneliness ways of pain
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| So, who the hell am I to tell you
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| How to walk your way when I cannot find my own lucidity
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| And who the hell am I to yell
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| Before my own transgression
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| Like feining in disguise
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| Descending senses or pretending, I used to have much more than this
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| Painting the blue eyes
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| Within delusions, they’ll never leave me be
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| And if I paint my eyes with lies
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| Please rip 'em off and you’ll see
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| Disguise will fail in daylight
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| And if you eat my feckless lies
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| Just throw’em up before me…
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| Like feining in disguise
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| Descending senses or pretending, I used to have much more than this
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| Painting the blue eyes
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| Within delusions, they’ll never leave me be
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| Like feining in disguise
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| Descending senses or pretending, I used to have much more than this
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| Painting the blue eyes
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| Within delusions, they’ll never leave me be
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| So, who the hell am I to tell you
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| How to walk your way when I cannot find my own lucidity
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| Oh please, I’m on my knees to tell you
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| What we could have been, but never show me sympathy |