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So Blind
(opening lines)
Every chance is something special. Tell me, do I get a medal,
being the sand kicked around in the Summer?
(verse one)
I'll say time is its own cancer, staging on and going down,
a plant, without a drink of water, rotting to the ground.
You can call me and I'll answer, but what goes on from there?
A drink on holy Sunday and a crown upon my head...
(chorus)
Flowers in the moonlight whisper our best, worst secrets.
Words travel fast in Summer and I'll keep them
close to me if I know you mean it
and you know I mean it because you've
seen inside, yeah, you've seen inside
(verse two)
I'll wax seal my letters to you so you know my name.
I'm a glass of wine inside your cabinet and a shave against the grain.
Let's recall the stratus clouds, let's design the future,
ignorance is not my style, scream at me to let me know
that
(chorus)
Flowers in the moonlight whisper our best, worst secrets.
Words travel fast in Summer and I'll keep them
close to me if I know you mean it
and you know I mean it because you've
seen inside, yeah, you've seen inside
(bridge/closing lines)
Inside this world of mine...
...Inside my world, so blind
Every chance is something special. Tell me, do I get a medal,
being the sand kicked around in the Summer?
(verse one)
I'll say time is its own cancer, staging on and going down,
a plant, without a drink of water, rotting to the ground.
You can call me and I'll answer, but what goes on from there?
A drink on holy Sunday and a crown upon my head...
(chorus)
Flowers in the moonlight whisper our best, worst secrets.
Words travel fast in Summer and I'll keep them
close to me if I know you mean it
and you know I mean it because you've
seen inside, yeah, you've seen inside
(verse two)
I'll wax seal my letters to you so you know my name.
I'm a glass of wine inside your cabinet and a shave against the grain.
Let's recall the stratus clouds, let's design the future,
ignorance is not my style, scream at me to let me know
that
(chorus)
Flowers in the moonlight whisper our best, worst secrets.
Words travel fast in Summer and I'll keep them
close to me if I know you mean it
and you know I mean it because you've
seen inside, yeah, you've seen inside
(bridge/closing lines)
Inside this world of mine...
...Inside my world, so blind
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