Farley
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Like a blind man takes pictures
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we pretended we could see
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but it took all of our money
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and it took you and me
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there's a space in between us
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but it's not inside my head
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you can feel it all around you
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welcome to the wedge
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'cos it's black and it's white
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but invisible
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so don't sign your name
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it'll take all your trust if you let it
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but never the blame
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feel the wedge
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you can look in its face but you can't see its eyes
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from a dark and vicious circle
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we were trying to break out
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so sick and tired of second guessing
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dancing to the steps of doubt
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the changes were blowing
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do you remember the hurricane?
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but when big john took his final swin
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we knew that nothing stayed the same
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with a whambamagram it started
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the saddest of days
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don't dare to ask was it worth it
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i'm too broke to say
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feel the wedge...
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i could take all the bullshit but never the lies
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over turns to under
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truth becomes a maybe
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six and five will still be ten
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i'ts black and white and
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it's not here tonight
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it could be my friend
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feel the wedge
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i have looked in its face
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but you can't see it's eyes
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Feel The Wedge
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| Cutting Crew |
