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Metric - Blindness ★ 活在�下 Send us a blindfold, send us a blade Tell the survivors help is on the way I was a blindfold, never complained All the survivors singing in the rain I was the one with the world at my feet Got us a battle, leave it up to me

We were too wasted to close the window. Friends and family looking into my only hiding place The rhythm of a stranger's skin. Infidel to die for what I am doing will happen in the morning when the mirror won't recognize me He holds a certain gesture