Lead me bleary-eyed through the fog my seeing eye dog
Stronger winds build and blow through, trail from behind and head against you
What we thought we once were so certainly sure of, no longer really entertaining thoughts of
Clear me from a life of sense, those memories aren't really tangible won't count them
Doing right just to blend in, behaving well just for an open entrance into 'heaven'
What we thought it all would undoubtedly be, well reached it finally then nowhere there found 'we'
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