Sometimes you gotta take off your shoes
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Sit right down in the middle of the road
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Kick off the dust and deal with the news
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That you are blind
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These dreams are familiar
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These are places we've been before
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Somewhere in the wild blue yonder
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Lies a path where blindly we go
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And I ain't counting on nobody
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Ain't counting on my fingers and toes
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Ain't counting on no superstition
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'Cause my proposition is we are blind
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These dreams are familiar
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These are places we've been before
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Somewhere in the wild blue yonder
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Lies a path where blindly we go
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And on the day that I play my last hand
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As I set out blindly for some promised land
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One thing I know, I'll hope it's dreams not eyes
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Take a soul where it wants to go
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These dreams are familiar
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These are places we've been before
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Somewhere in the wild blue yonder
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Lies a path where blindly we go
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Blindly we go, blindly we go
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Blindly We Go
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| Jim White |
