| I’ve been raised with a blindfold over my eyes
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| I’ve been denied the right to think with my own mind
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| I’ve been listening to their nonsense and rhymes
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| Too young too soon too pretty to say anything right
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| They say:
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| How do you dare to speak
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| When you don’t know the words of wisdom from the past?
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| How do you dare to sing
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| When you don’t know the melody of life?
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| How do you dare to think
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| When ministers lead the holy flock of lambs?
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| Now do you understand what faith is all about?
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| Don’t leave me now lost in the dark
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| There’s a wind that constantly
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| Throws us all down on our knees
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| There are nightmares spreading darkness
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| In our children hearts
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| There’s a bed of thorns that is waiting for me
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| Each and every night
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| They’ve been praising divine ignorance and lies
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| Clinging to the only hope of salvation in another life
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| They were telling me that I needed a guide
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| While they were blind and I was the one to see the light
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| They say:
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| Now will you listen
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| To the tiny voice in the corner of your mind?
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| Now will you pay attention
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| To what’s written between the lines?
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| Now do you see the shadow
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| Patiently waiting for you behind the light?
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| Now do you understand the truth
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| Hidden beneath the lies?
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| Don’t let the blind show you the light
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| There’s a wind that constantly
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| Throws us all down on our knees
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| There are nightmares spreading darkness
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| In our children hearts
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| There’s a bed of thorns that is waiting for me
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| Each and every night
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| Why don’t you ever listen
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| To the words of wisdom from my mouth?
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| Why don’t you ever pay care
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| About what’s standing out to my own eye?
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| Why don’t you ever have a doubt
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| About your old beliefs and silly signs?
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| Now will you dare to face
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| The consequences of your lies?
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| There’s a wind that constantly
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| Throws us all down on our knees
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| There are nightmares spreading darkness
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| In our children hearts
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| There’s a bed of thorns that is waiting for me
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| Each and every night |