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The sun itself is colorblind To the light it’s putting out somehow I watched it pass as a rider Gaze away from the seat Digital map live driver Stomach’s full head is hungry The women of the highway do their best to get by My best is unrealized The worst is when the best goes untried You can call it fear of failure, dying to succeed The wind blows at closed windows The billboards advertise their greed Take a look at my outlet Lend your ear to the beat You think you heard something It’s just the jingling of my spare key We can work it out We’re not heroes no Look up to the sky Navigate Below The thrills sought after Letras de cancionesThey are numerous now You can find them in the ether in any part of any town In any heart that’s crooked or straight In the sunlit hours or when it’s late Wander the prism Witness the schism See the Yin-Yang cousins dancing Buddha rhythm Feel the sheet rock rattle below See the confidence surely grow With an army of days reflected through the haze Wisdom will accumulate We can work it out We’re not heroes no Look up to the sky Navigate Below From Letras Mania