| Can I trust my eyes?
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| Can I trust my mind?
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| Everyone been saying that I’m on and on telling lies
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| I always thought myself a good, honest, righteous man
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| Can I believe what they’re telling me?
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| You got me doubting who I am
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| Are they trying to help me?
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| Are they trying to send me…
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| To the asylum?
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| Don’t put my eyes away
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| Asylum
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| Won’t see the light of day
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| I know you think I’m sick
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| That I might hurt myself
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| Who the hell are you to contradict my mental health?
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| You’re fabricating what you think this sickness is
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| You’re banging on but I know you’re wrong
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| And the truth is getting twisted
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| You’re not trying to help me
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| You are trying to send me…
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| To the asylum
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| Don’t put my eyes away
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| Asylum
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| Won’t see the light of day
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| Is that where I’m supposed to be?
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| Have I lost my grip on reality?
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| Gotta cut the cord
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| Shut the door
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| Take my eyes into a psych ward
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| Please believe me
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| Please release me
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| Clenching my fist
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| I’m banging at the door
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| You know I told you I won’t see the light no more
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| Nothing but white surrounding me
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| I hear screams in the distance
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| (Screams in the distance)
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| Screams in the distance
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| (Screams in the distance)
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| Screams in the distance
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| (Screams in the distance)
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| Please believe me
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| Please release me
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| From the asylum
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| Don’t put my eyes away
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| Asylum
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| Won’t see the light of day
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| Is that where I’m supposed to be?
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| Have I lost my grip on reality?
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| Gotta cut the cord
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| Shut the door
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| Check my eyes into a psych ward
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| You got to release me
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| You got to, got to, got to
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| Release me |