| Here I stand, tranquilized
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| In this little white room of mine
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| There I go, on my own
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| In this redefined world inside
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| So why do you take this, conquer and dismay this
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| Peaceful sanity of mine?
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| You’re attempting to bore me
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| Shatter and destroy me
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| It’s worthless and fuels my gain
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| Maybe we’re all insane…
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| There you stand, ignorantly
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| Just a monotone pallet, you see
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| If there was a color created for me
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| It consists in shades of three
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| I see you enjoy this, while I exploit this
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| Brief insanity of mine
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| Perceive and understand you
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| Is far more than I can do
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| Perceptions left far behind
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| Maybe we’re all insane
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| The way that we live
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| Reminiscing for the head game
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| What if we’re all insane
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| I’m feeling so damn hollow
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| Staring into the eyes of tomorrow
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| Coming around again
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| I’m feeling much better, my friend
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| The doctor says «I'm sorry, you must attend
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| To your little white room again»
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| To my little white room again |