Without blindness
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There is no sight
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You'd see the further if you'd only close your eyes
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In unconsciousness
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I can find peace
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Inside prison walls I can find release
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There is a place that I've seen
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Somewhere between waking and sleeping
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Down at the water's edge
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Somebody waits for me
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Is it too late for me?
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"It's never too late", he says
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Without blindness
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Without blindness
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there is no sight
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there is failure
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I'd see further
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people gather
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if I
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by the river
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close my eyes
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they were talking
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about the failure
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There is a place that I've seen
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Somewhere between waking and sleeping
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Leaning up (?) overside
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Trailing my fingertips
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Watching the water slip
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Into the quiet night
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Viewed from the wrong end of the telescope
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I see myself
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So far below
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Still and silent
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Rest in peace
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A thread unravels
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Such merciful release
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There is a place that I've seen
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Somewhere between waking and sleeping
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Now I can all but see
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Figures upon the shore
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He's gathering enemies (?)
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Where are you taking me?
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Somewhere Between Waking And Sleeping
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Charlotte Gainsbourg |