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You ought to be glad

You ought to be glad that you
can't see what's ahead of you.

They tell you that the years of
struggle will end pretty soon.
They might as well get off of
my cloud and bring me the moon.

You ought to be glad that you
can't see what's ahead of you.

Freedom is an illusion
as a lake in the dry sand.
Power is a delusion
as the sun in your right hand.

You ought to be glad that you
can't see what's ahead of you.

It's a thin line between bliss
and bad luck - you better learn.
It's a blind choice between kiss
and death dose - you better yearn.

You ought to be glad that you
can't see what's ahead of you.