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Homeward Through The Haze - Crosby-歌词_1

Homeward Through The Haze - Crosby

First rain of winter

First fall from grace

First hollow echo

In the halls of praise

How could Samson

I thought he was blind

Have gone put down

The temples like that

And how could little Caesar

Know whereof he spoke

When all of his

Wheels are turning him into a joke

'Cause the blind are leading the blind

And I am amazed at how they stumble

Homeward through the haze

The soul of a ragpicker

The mind of a slug

I keep sweeping problems

Under my rug

And all of my fine

My fine fair

Will have no more time

To make their amends

'Cause the blind are leading the blind

And I am amazed at how they stumble

Homeward through the haze

The blind are leading the blind

And I am amazed at how they stumble

Homeward through the haze

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