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First rain of winter first fall from grace
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It's my first hollow echo in the halls of praise
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How could Samson
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I thought he was blind as a bat
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How could he have torn down the temples like that
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And how could little Ceasar
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How could he know where of he spoke
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When all of his wheels are turning into a joke
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Cause the blind are leading the blind
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And I am amazed
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At how they stumble homeward thru the haze
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Got the soul of a ragpicker got the mind of a slug
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I keep sweeping problems under my rug
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And all of my fine
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My fine fair weather friends yeah
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Will have no more time to make their amends
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Cause the blind are leading the blind
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And I am amazed
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At how they stumble homeward thru the haze
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