| How do you know I’m mad?
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| You must be
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| Or you wouldn’t have come here
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| My eyes widen
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| As I step through into another world
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| Lucid unlike one’s dreams
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| It seems familiar but not quite
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| Has something changed
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| During the night?
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| I do feel a little different
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| Now that I think about it
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| But if I’m not the same today
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| As I was yesterday, how can I allay
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| Thoughts cast in disarray?
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| A shifting identity?
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| I’m afraid I can’t explain myself
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| Because I’m not myself, you see?
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| Treading through with a curious gait
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| The vagrant mask I wear
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| Negates the world
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| Simulacrum of a man
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| (Maybe the shadow is the one who casts the man?)
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| Springing from the shadow
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| Paint a picture of me that fits the frame
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| So I can blend into the madness
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| Endless regression
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| Treading through with a curious gait
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| The vagrant mask I wear
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| Negates the world
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| Can it really be that everone is crazy
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| Or is it only me that’s out of my mind?
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| Does that question even make sense? |
| No
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| Treading through with a curious gait
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| The vagrant mask I wear
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| Negates the world
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| If I had a world of my own
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| Everything would be nonsense
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| Nothing would be what it is
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| Because everything would be what it isn’t
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| And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn’t be
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| And what it wouldn’t be, it would
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| You see? |