You think I'm blind, I can see for miles
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You think I'm happy 'cause I smile
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But beneath flies a bird with a neck for a noose and bricks for cargo
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You think I'm blind, I can see for miles
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You think I'm gonna fake this smile
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But I'll turn it loose on stones and air with its guts for cargo
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And its pockets full, and its pockets full
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There's a whole full of old blind men pointing in one direction
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With their pockets full
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So blind, they're tripping over their own deception
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With their pockets full
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You think I'm blind, I can see for miles
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You think I'm happy 'cause I smile
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But beneath flies a bird with a neck for a noose and bricks for cargo
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You think I'm blind, I can see for miles
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You think I'm gonna fake this smile
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But I'll turn it loose on stones and air with its guts for cargo
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And its pockets full
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Too, too blind, I wander in the wrong direction
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With my pockets full
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??? in one direction
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With my pockets full
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You think I'm blind, but I can see for miles
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You think I'm happy - but I can take this smile
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And turn it loose to live on stones and air for its own protection
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With its pockets full
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You think I'm blind
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You think I'm blind
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You think I'm blind
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Cargo
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| Ruby |
