You think I’m blind, I can see for miles
You think I’m happy ’cause I smile
But beneath flies a bird with a neck for a noose and bricks for cargo
You think I’m blind, I can see for miles
You think I’m gonna fake this smile
But I’ll turn it loose on stones and air with it’s guts for cargo
And it’s pockets full, and it’s pockets full
There’s a whole full of old blind men pointing in one direction
With their pockets full
So blind, they’re tripping over their own deception
With their pockets full
You think I’m blind, I can see for miles
You think I’m happy ’cause I smile
But beneath flies a bird with a neck for a noose and bricks for cargo
You think I’m blind, I can see for miles
You think I’m gonna fake this smile
But I’ll turn it loose on stones and air with it’s guts for cargo
And it’s pockets full
Too, too blind, I wander in the wrong direction
With my pockets full
? ? ? in one direction
With my pockets full
You think I’m blind, but I can see for miles
You think I’m happy - but I can take this smile
And turn it loose to live on stones and air for it’s own protection
With it’s pockets full
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