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Hook
This is just the pilot, we not even hot

Universe is busy tryna make the sickest plot

Bitch is just the pilot, we ain't even hot

We ain't even

Blind

Talking Heads

Naked

1988

Signs, signs are lost
Signs disappeared
Turn invisible
Got no sign
Somebody got busted
Got a face of stone and a
Ghostwritten biography

Dogs

Blind [Vocal Mix]

Talking Heads

12 X 12 Original Remixes

1999

Signs, signs are lost
Signs disappeared
Turn invisible
Got no sign
Somebody got busted
Got a face of stone and a
Ghostwritten biography

Dogs

Blind

Talking Heads

1988: 20 Original Chart Hits

1997

Signs, signs are lost
Signs disappeared
Turn invisible
Got no sign
Somebody got busted
Got a face of stone and a
Ghostwritten biography

Dogs

Blind [DVD]

Talking Heads

Talking Heads [DualDisc]

2005

footprints
Now tell me what the Hell have we become?
Some dirty little bastards What the Hell is going on?

[Chorus]

They're blind and they're blind

Selling death; a morbid, holy, racial, social war
Waiting for another's death, sounds like a perfect show
We are all around you, and our target is your mind

could shine like diamond
Even when the tides are rough
We will always keep riding
Down to the Homestead
Ride through the ghetto
Reminds me of the days
I

could shine like diamond
Even when the tides are rough
We will always keep riding
Down to the Homestead
Ride through the ghetto
Reminds me of the days
I

could shine like diamond
Even when the tides are rough
We will always keep riding
Down to the Homestead
Ride through the ghetto
Reminds me of the days
I

Birthright [Live]

Anderson Bruford Wakeman Howe

An Evening of Yes Music Plus

1993

place, this place
This place is theirs, by their birthright
This place

The sun gives better reasons
United we are blind
To deliver our existence

Brought out from the rough
So you could shine like diamond
Even when the tides are rough
We will always keep riding
Down to the Homestead
Ride through

diamonds they look like a
Red light to a bitch
Make her stop, freeze, and everything's a go
We got that purple by the pound we
Got that work all by that O

then opened you wasn’t there
Sun shining on my face through the blinds
I’m not used to waking up without you lying by my side
And she can catch my eye

me up just in time
To see my life pass by
Right before my eyes
It's not skippin in line
Goin way back in time
And here comes the tide

The waves are

This place is theirs, by their birthright

This place

The sun gives better reasons

United we are blind

To deliver our existence

Keep it up, keep it

totally blind
No no no morals in sight
It goes from daytime to night
I try to run and take flight
But I'm consumed by the fight 

Same old shit, different

pilot
To brand new horizons
With waves like the islands
Yeah
We on good vibez
Blessed are our lives
Euphoric this high
Yea it’s hard to describe
Just know

We don't know who we are
But we high, that's how I are
Far out man, stars high we am
No pilot license, can't land
Singin'
We don't know who we are

Riding auto pilot
Auto pilot
Riding auto pilot
Auto pilot
I’ve been riding auto pilot
Yes indeed
Weed come from the West Indies
Told my girl “don’t

appears we have no choice
She's the one behind this, Christine Daaé!

How dare you?
I'm not a fool!
You evil woman, how dare you?
You think I'm blind

My pilot light has flickered out
You've knocked me off the hook
The person you are trying to reach
Is no longer here
I'm not really tall, dark

the roof
The tale of magnificent king who came from the nooks
Of the wild magnolia, mother of many soldiers
We live by every single word she ever told us

The water's getting closer
But the tide's not coming in
We're still sitting 'round the campfire
Telling stories with our friends
We'll see you this

if they try to come for me
These mask and gloves ain’t stopping these
V2’s 223 I’m drumming through the pilot
With a AR 5.56 this 203 a rocket
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