| Day after day
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| They send my friends away
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| To mansions cold and grey
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| To the far side of town
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| Where the thin men stalk the streets
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| While the sane stay underground
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| Day after day
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| They tell me I can go They tell me I can blow
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| To the far side of town
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| Where it’s pointless to be high
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| 'Cause it’s such a long way down
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| So I tell them that
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| I can fly, I will scream, I will break my arm
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| I will do me harm
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| Here I stand, foot in hand, talking to my wall
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| I’m not quite right at all… am I?
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| Don’t set me free, I’m as heavy as can be Just my librium and me And my E.S.T. |
| makes three
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| 'Cause I’d rather stay here
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| With all the madmen
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| Than perish with the sadmen roaming free
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| And I’d rather play here
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| With all the madmen
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| For I’m quite content they’re all as sane
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| As me
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| (Where can the horizon lie
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| When a nation hides
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| Its organic minds
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| In a cellar… dark and grim
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| They must be very dim)
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| Day after day
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| They take some brain away
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| Then turn my face around
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| To the far side of town
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| And tell me that it’s real
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| Then ask me how I feel
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| Here I stand, foot in hand, talking to my wall
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| I’m not quite right at all
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| Don’t set me free, I’m as helpless as can be My libido’s split on me Gimme some good 'ole lobotomy
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| 'Cause I’d rather stay here
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| With all the madmen
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| Than perish with the sadmen
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| Roaming free
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| And I’d rather play here
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| With all the madmen
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| For I’m quite content
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| They’re all as sane as me Zane, Zane, Zane
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| Ouvre le Chien (rpt) |