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Charlie Peacock - Struck Blind Lyrics

Struck Blind LyricsI got a feeling, how 'bout you?
We'll let it lead us where it's going to
Maybe we'll get there, maybe we won't
Maybe we won't care
Maybe get to the end, nothing's there
No loss, gotta keep an open mind
Crisscross, tap another line
Low cost, doesn't take a dime
Get off, exit anytime

So we came up with a golden rule
Whatever works for you
So we started up a whole new school
Where nothing's absolute
You got to do what you do
What you got to do
Don't let no on, absolutely no one
Sell you that absolute nonsense

Maybe we can talk about solutions
Maybe we can search for inner truth
Maybe we can watch some television
Maybe there ain't nothing we can do
Maybe we can find some space to breathe in
Maybe we can scream and hold our breath
Maybe we forgot what we believe in
Maybe it's a sickness unto death
We got, we got...
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I got a feeling, how about you?
So warm and fuzzy, baby, it must be true
Maybe we'll make peace, maybe make love
Maybe heal the pain
And enlighten the world, break these chains
Outside, hear a shotgun in the street
Inside, visualize peace
Lie down, don't know what to think
Tied down, I need a drink

Baby, I'm so tired of all this chatter
Baby, I've been burned by inner vision
Baby, I'm so sick of doing nothing
Maybe we can watch some television
Maybe there ain't no space left to breathe in
Maybe I'm a fool to hold my breath
Maybe we don't care what we believe in
Maybe it's a sickness unto death
We got, we got...

Struck blind, groping the walls
Been struck blind, tumble and fall
Been struck blind, slither and crawl
Been struck blind
Maybe we can talk about solutions
Maybe we could search for inner truth
Maybe we can watch some television
Maybe there ain't nothing we can do
Maybe we can find some space to breathe in
Maybe we can scream and hold our breath
Maybe we forgot what we believe in
Maybe it's a sickness unto death
We got, we got...

Struck blind, groping the walls
Been struck blind, tumble and fall
Been struck blind, slither and crawl
Been struck blind