even your martyr wears his best suit to this affair
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logical reasoning is something you should shoot for
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i'll aim for the sky myself
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soaring above our city
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your heart loses its balance and plummets to this earth
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now i walk in circles flipping through old photographs
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i've been wounded but not fatally
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don't even bother trying to assemble the puzzle
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for my compassion is missing
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and i'm canceling wishes by the skyful
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moving forward i lose track of time and my sense of sight
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visit him lord and kiss his cheek for me
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and thank him for the glasses
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you saved me from his grasp and cleaned all of my wounds
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the towel in the ring
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alone like yourself
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all alone
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i sit and read your letters and i force a smile
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soaring above our city
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your heart loses its balance and plummets to this earth
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now i walk in circles flipping through old photographs
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i've been wounded but not fatally
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The Hampton Roads 4th Annual Parade Of The Blind
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Winter Solstice |