| See the blind man
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| At the dead of night
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| He can see, so he won’t fight
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| Running scared like a swan in flight
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| On and on, looking for delight
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| But it’s you, he’ll hear you running
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| As this blind man tells the blind
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| See the children in the jungle zone
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| Black man woken
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| Till your work is done
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| He can’t hide
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| There’s nowhere to run
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| Waiting for salvation to come
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| And it’s you, coming from far
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| Got a lonely mind to sell
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| Crime of passion, crime of pain
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| How long before i see you again
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| I’ve been free and i’ve been high
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| Got a soul, never ask my why |