Back down,
Down to the downtown,
Down to the lockdown,
Boards, nails lie around.

I crouch like a crow,
Contrasting the snow,
For the agony, I'd rather know.

'Cause blinded,
I am blindsided.

Peek in,
Into the peer in,
I'm not really like this,
I'm probably plightless.

I come through the window,
I'm crippled and slow,
For the agony I'd rather know.

'Cause blinded,
I am blindsided.

Would you really rush out?
Would you really rush out?
Would you really rush out for me now?
Would you really rush out?

Would you really rush out for me now?
Would you really rush out for me now?
Would you really rush out for me now?
Would you really rush out?

Ooh, for me now.
Ooh, for me now.
Ooh, for me now.

Taut line,
Down to the shoreline,
The end of a blood line,
The moon is a cold light.

There's a pull to the flow,
My feet melt the snow,
For the irony, I'd rather know.

'Cause blinded,
I was blindsided.

Blinded,
I was blindsided.

Blinded,
I was blindsided.

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