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This is the sound of ghosts, crooning in the night for loves long since gone by. Hollow and empty and filled with the echoes of the past.
You are here, so am I. Maybe millions of people go by, but they all disappear from view. And I only have eyes for you.
Yes, I am blind. No, I can’t see the good things. Just the bad things. Yes, I am blind. No, I can’t see. There must be something horribly wrong with me.
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| — | Morrissey, Yes, I’m Blind |
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When I got home on that rainy day I knew where to go, I knew which way my life was pointing to. It was pointing back at you again.
