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I wake up every morning,
Just as the sun is dawning,
I feel the heat of day on my face,
And I hear the birds sing,
But I don’t see a thing,
Cos my world is a dark empty space.
 
I know when you’re here,
I can sense that you’re near,
But I’d rather see you instead,
How I wish I could,
But my eyes are no good,
They’re just useless sockets in my head.
 
CHORUS:
I can’t look at the flowers,
I can’t see the pouring rain,
I’m blind to all of this beauty,
But not blind to hatred and pain.
 
If only I could see,
What changes there’d be,
I’d paint every scene on the earth,
My bondage would cease,
I’d get my release,
In a world that’s been darkness since birth.
 
I have to stop,
In this sheltered workshop,
I can’t roam about,
I want to hit the street,
I’ve got people to meet,
But they just won’t let me out.
 
CHORUS:
I can’t look at the flowers,
I can’t see the pouring rain,
I’m blind to all of this beauty,
But not blind to hatred and pain.
 
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