The sun goes down in Tinseltown Lights light the hype and the human debris The gazes that guide these half-a-million eyes Can't seem to make them want to see
Growing up blind, growing up blind Hearts in the darkness killing time Growing up blind, growing up blind How does it feel to be growing up blind
(Growing up blind, growing up blind)
The images form like a gathering storm Ruin rains down on unfortunate souls But in the haste of the day we look the other way And cast our eyes on things more pleasant to behold
Growing up blind, growing up blind Hearts in the darkness killing time Growing up blind, growing up blind How does it feel to be growing up blind
So we forsake this festering waste And all of the wounds that we've seen bleed In the name of the One who says that what we've done Is turn our backs on Him in leaving the least of these
Growing up blind, growing up blind How does it feel to be growing up blind
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