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Blinded by the light of real transparency in time I'll see
the truest work of apathy but yet we can humbly agree
that i was made for thee living in a land so very mean
when push comes to shove we just need a little hug
being short changed in a chance to rearrange staying away from the flame
where out playing the blame game when things go wrong for us
just suppose we each have roots to grow yet feeling empty and alone
strive to be good but yet its not good enough living in a land that's in quite a rush
we push past through the brevity watch things get a little heavey we can agree
hearts are first pure then we make the choice to sin being stained within
we climb to greater heights we soar where eagles soar
explore the new horizon hence the vast opened door
　
Blinded by the light on the edge of night from a distant plight
each of us might as well confess that our hearts are in an unrest for each test
been occupied by the swift dial in the sky just to know all the great while
　
A pier with seagulls flocking above the vicinity looking very pretty
until one take a great dump on your head now its a face filled with dread
silence amidst all violence is a devine choice of conscience
　
learn to frolic enhanced among the tropics with Palm trees of devine order
look a bit closer and you will see a choice of given rich brevity
amidst its longevity of what we are most willingly to achieve
　
life can be a T.V. screen watching all the nothingness with mean
don't you believe in what radio or with what people tell you on T.V. its always someone else's fantasy...
in shattered dreams filtered through the means we may very well come clean
