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The Third Eye Blind Collection (Third Eye Blind) · Third Eye Blind (Third Eye Blind) · The Graduate (MC Lars) · Graduate (Third Eye Blind) · The Graduate (Simon & Garfunkel) · The Graduate (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Graduate: Music from the Broadway Comedy (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Graduate: 1960s Decades Collection [CD/DVD] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Ghetto Graduate (Ra) · Jazz Goes to Post Graduate School (Art Harris) – and 90 other albums »


He's a blind man, crouching by the pavement,
only seeing with his third eye,
and clutching at the astral shadow
of every passer-by.


He's
He's a blind man, crouching by the pavement
only seeing with his third eye
and clutching at the astral shadow
of every passer-by

He's a wise
of heavenly bodies bleed
Angels deflowered by human kind
Tattered and torn ripped apart to see through my minds third eye

Not convinced of existence
The blind space of low clouds
The breeze that moves them
Over my forehead/third eye
The moon that hangs
Half and orange

your letter sits by my bed
on and give it to me
Come on and die

In your viscera eyes
Cataracts close the blinds
Let me let comfort
Come drown by your side

In your viscera eyes
you want and what you need
Sometimes my eyes are so blind
You've given up so much for me

Give me time
To let everything sink in
The future seems so
third floor of the hotel gutted by the blast,
And the street below showered in shards of broken glass,
And all the drunks pourin' outta the dance halls,
I have
Powerful paragraphs
Followers will become leaders
But without a path

Ya mentally paralyzed
Crippled ya third eye
Rhymes are blurred
Then it
your shutters

See I wants everything and everything I'm gone have
Roll out my red carpet just to go to my stash
Third coast, blind and shine like
The whole third floor of the hotel gutted by the blast
And the street below showered in shards of broken glass
And all the drunks pouring out of the dance
Don't feel the need to get to the bottom of
The love light in your eyes
As the leaves fall prey to autumn
I don't ask why

Don't give my
and cursed
And nailed the cross all time
Oh by chapter and verse, by God I'm cursed
'Cause I can' look into His face I'm blind

Take me, won't you take me
I have
Powerful paragraphs
Followers will become leaders
But without a path

Ya mentally paralyzed
Crippled ya third eye
Rhymes are blurred
Then it
Fredrick Douglass
I'm sort of a saint, you think I ain't
With skills to paint, with my third eye
You're tranked...
...from the dark side

Interlude:
third eye, falsified
Don't lie, break with a girl, you cry
If you wants game, slip me some change
But you must refrain, from saltin my name
Now your
The whole third floor of the hotel gutted by the blast
And the street below showered in shards of broken glass
And all the drunks pouring out of the dance
Night falls in - shades flashing over the sidewalk
Emptiness freezes the soul to death
Step by step, shot by shot, life fades outta your body
There's Johnny's dad
On his third martini
And his nose is getting bigger
As I watch through the kitchen window
They really oughta close those blinds
for me 
I'm getting indie rock 
I think I'm done with raving 
I hear that Third Eye Blind is looking for a bassist 
Givin' ‘er from scene to shining
you that I have, powerful paragraphs
Followers will become leaders, but without a path

Ya mentally paralyzed, crippled ya third eye
Rhymes are blurred,
It's assassination day

I move through the third world, my third eye's the guiding light
Invite the fight, we all die tonight
The life I live's
It's assassination day, I stalk

I move through the third world, my third eye's the guiding light
Invite the fight, we all die tonight
The life I
quiet and hark

You hear them whispering
In the crowns of the trees
You're whirling 'round
But your eyes don't agree

Will'o'the wisps
Misguiding
accused by robot news casters who capture and pollute
Spoon fed hazardous fog to joy luck catholic squad
Please take me, please calm me, please make me
near, and he's one step from his grave 
A naive mental slave if he had, his third eye sparked 
He mighta been scopin 
Them demons that be lurkin in

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