There's a teacher in a school room
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Somewhere on the edge of town
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Telling innocent little children what we used to be
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They look and listen without a question
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They see the pictures passed around
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Making facts out of a theory and they all believe
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As the lost lead the way
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Another heart is led astray
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[Chorus:]
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These are the days when the blind lead the blind
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And there's one narrow way out of here
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So pray that the light of the world will keep your eyes clear
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'Cause it's a dangerous place here where the blind lead the blind
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There's a preacher in a nice church
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Anchored in the heart of town
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People flock to hear his eloquent delivery
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He talks of Jesus how he can please us
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But the cross cannot be found
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Makin' theory out of facts until they're all deceived
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And the lost lead the way
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And more hearts are led astray
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[Chorus]
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This is a dangerous time
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And the truth is hard to find
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So let His word light your way
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And guard every step you take
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[Chorus]
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Blind Lead The Blind
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| Steven Curtis Chapman |
