| I have heard the fairground in the carnival
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| I have seen the black cat at my door
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| I have heard sweet music in the hospital
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| I have seen the waves of distant shores
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| So I’ve been told it’s all in my mind
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| So I’ve been told it’s all in my mind
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| So I’ve been told it’s all in my mind
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| So I’ve been told it’s all in my mind
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| And I walk the streets barefoot and brooding
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| Smashing the windows of neighbors I know
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| The banks of the river are quiet and soothing
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| Caught by the lust of the undertow
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| So I’ve been told it’s all in my mind
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| So I’ve been told it’s all in my mind
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| So I’ve been told it’s all in my mind
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| So I’ve been told it’s all in my mind
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| I must confess they treat me quite well here
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| They give me a room without any hooks
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| No climbing the walls or breaking the furniture
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| Just paper cuts from library books
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| All the ghosts are calling out my name again
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| Saying that they want to be my friends
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| Waiting for the moment that I can join them
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| Telling me the end is not the end
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| So I’ve been told it’s all in my mind
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| So I’ve been told it’s all in my mind
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| So I’ve been told it’s all in my mind
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| So I’ve been told it’s all in my mind |