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Blind
It’s quite a simple situation
No need for reason, contemplation
We don’t even need a cause
Making flaws in perfect laws
It’s us that make things complicated
So unconcerned, demotivated
We model our lives based on theirs
But using bent and twisted shapes
Eternally seeking an end to our turmoil
While this remains a situation (that)
Takes no thought or concentration
To see the solution’s before our eyes
We’re basing laws on perfect flaws
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