Can't talk to who's not listnin
Can't tell 'em what they need to hear
Can't show them what would open their eyes
If they saw you surprise, you disappear
It's just such blindness, such deafness
which is killing you slow and killing you sure
and there's just no way they won't be the poison
just no way that you can be the cure
Does that mean give up? Why yes, it does
Pull up your britches and dance in the mud
love is yours still forever sweet
such has always been the glory, the blood
I know it hurts to feel such pain
when easily inside you would save them
but turn not to judge, please, you remain
you remind me of the well I wish in
and as the master of music simply put it
it is what you don't it's not what you do
a toast to what this spring shall bring
to us, to truth, to nite, to you
To You
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