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7/11/10
Wrap my eyes with material,
Spin me ‘round six times real quick,
Then tell me to find my destination,
Every tree is a lie and I’m pretty sure
I’ll bleed out in this forest.
Tell a blind man to paint the sunset,
And the deaf to write a symphony,
I’m so far broken, the sick can’t heal the sick,
And the kind of funny thing is
I’ve only taken about ten steps
And my destination is so out of sight.
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