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Blind Our feet stand still But our heart rides out The glory of the game riddles our field The taste of victory swells our vision Driven on we step Hearing the promise we produce And marvel at the lust of battle We are consumed and betrayed by the chase The pulse dances Our eyes glaze The words censor We feel only the goal And the wave we stride We are certain of our cause Confirmed by our effort Enabled by our fire But our feet stand still Our heart recoils A blaze breaks from the rush And trips us to the ground Blind we run Blind we fall |