I was wearing blinders to stave off the reminders
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of your image
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Never contemplating the incinerating
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of my image
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The rites of spring had no meaning
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In my brain
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And I could cling icicle-ing
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Just the same
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And all the time you saw me
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You could not thaw me
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CHORUS
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And now you've made blind eyes open
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Sunlight streams in
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Everything's clear as crystal
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Enlightenment
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Like a frozen snowfield I could never reveal
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My true colors
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I would never listen to all that I was missing
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With the others
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You stepped into my field of view
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And triggerd
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My cupid snare who would have dared
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to figure
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That all the time you saw me
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you could not thaw me
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CHORUS
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I curse my warped perspective
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Just when I least expected
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The tables turned, the candles burn
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At both ends, and my nerve ends send
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Sensational headlines to my brain
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Blind Eyes Open
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| Posies |
