Blinded by sight.
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Blinded by vision.
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Blinded by touch.
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Is that all you think there
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Is this what you want?
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Is this what you needed?
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A body of warmth, borrowed for comfort.
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And pushed to the side.
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Used for a feeling.
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Used for the night.
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Abandoned for reasons that you'd rather hide.
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Afraid to reveal them to even yourself.
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What are you running from?
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Late that night, your eyes were burning.
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Left inside, a wound still open.
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Close your eyes, you feel that yearning.
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Trust subsides, you've lost that feeling.
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Money's never gone.
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You have to want it.
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Some things you never lose.
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You have to find them.
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Somewhere along the way,
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You paint the picture.
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And if you wanna hear yourself,
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You have to try then.
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Blinded by sight.
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Blinded by vision.
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Is this what you want?
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Is this what you needed?
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Pushed to the side.
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Used for a feeling.
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Used for the night.
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Abandoned for reasons that you'd rather hide.
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Afraid to reveal them.
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And what is it worth?
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It keeps you from asking the question inside.
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What are you running from?
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Late that night, your eyes were burning.
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Left inside, a wound still open.
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Close your eyes, you feel that yearning.
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Trust subsides, you've lost that feeling.
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Late that night, your eyes were burning.
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Trust subsides, you've lost that feeling.
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Blinded
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Whippersnapper |