when you've been a fool and been blind
you have to stop and open your eyes wide
because there's no other way
of achieving peace of mind
I seem to leave when you're gone
just like if it was you leaving me
and then I hear the same old song
as a kind of therapy treating me
there's no wanderer soul anymore
because I'm nonexistent
I'm not here because I'm sore
you're not blind, you're distant
and your heart can't see me
though your eyes believe me
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