| The lunatic is on the grass.
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| The lunatic is on the grass.
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| Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs.
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| Got to keep the loonies on the path.
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| The lunatic is in the hall.
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| The lunatics are in my hall.
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| The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
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| And every day the paper boy brings more.
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| And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
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| And if there is no room upon the hill
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| And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
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| I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon.
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| The lunatic is in my head.
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| The lunatic is in my head.
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| You raise the blade, you make the change,
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| You re-arrange me 'til I’m sane.
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| You lock the door and throw away the key.
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| There’s someone in my head but it’s not me.
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| And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
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| You shout and no one seems to hear.
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| And if the band you’re in starts playing different tunes
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| I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon.
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| «I can’t think of anything to say except…
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| I think it’s nice! |
| HaHaHa!» |