Painted blue across my eyes and tie the linen on
And I'm on my way looking for the paradigm
So I can pass it off is it on my side
Is it to the sky looking to the sky and down
Searching for a ground with my good eye closed
If I took you for a ride would you take it wrong
Or would you make it right looking for a pedestal
That I can put you on and be on my way
Is it to the sky looking to the sky and down
Searching for a ground with my good eye closed
Stop you're trying to bruise my mind I can do it on my own
Stop you're trying to kill my time it's been my death since I was born
I don't remember half the time if I'm hiding or I'm lost but I'm on my way
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