See the blind man
At the dead of night
He can see, so he won't fight
Running scared like a swan in flight
On and on, looking for delight
But it's you, he'll hear you running
As this blind man tells the blind
See the children in the jungle zone
Black man woken
Till your work is done
He can't hide
There's nowhere to run
Waiting for salvation to come
And it's you, coming from far
Got a lonely mind to sell
Crime of passion, crime of pain
How long before I see you again
I've been free and I've been high
Got a soul, never ask my why
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