| I’m looking at the people, now I think I understand
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| (?)(I've seen the life)(I've sin a life)(?) of prisons, conversations with my
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| walls
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| And now that you can see me, you see I’m not quite wide at all
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| And now, that I’m here, I’m not alone with all the loonies
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| Now that I see, I’m not alone with all the loonies
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| Now that I feel, I’m not alone with all the loonies
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| Now I am me, I’m now at home with all the loonies here
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| Driven to insanity, with music in my head
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| I quiet believe that I’m not outside, with all the living dead
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| Well it could have been so easy, I’ve could have been a star
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| They told me that I have everything, but I f*ck up/on after all!
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| And now, that I’m here, I’m not alone with all the loonies
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| Now that I see, I’m not alone with all the loonies
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| Now that I feel, I’m not alone with all the loonies
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| Now I am me, I lost myself on The Road To Rampton
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| Safe inside my prison, deep down I — I always knew
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| But I didn’t stand a chance outside, I couldn’t see why everything I do;
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| Comes back and haunts me, like a ghost, again just like my mother
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| I lost my hope, I lost my faith, along The Road To Rampton
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| And now, that I’m here, I’m not at home with all the loonies
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| Now that I’m here, I’m right at home with all the loonies
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| Now that I’m here, I’m (?) with all the loonies
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| Now that I’m here, I’m (?)quite (?) at home with all the loonies here
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| (I do like to be beside the seaside) |