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As they thank the Lord the blind can't see
Like a plague fed to the brain deadly disease
I'd run away tonight with my mind still intact
You gotta make it alright
Easier said than done
With no place to hide and having no place to
Running away from condition
I see you but you're running away from
Your scared seductive system
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