| They say minds move mysteriously,
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| Well, I’ve seen them all, and I still don’t believe it,
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| In my nightmares, monotonously, they open the door,
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| Set my heart free from dreaming
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| I never could believe your face,
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| Young enough to consume my false befitting,
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| I never could believe your eyes,
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| But still, I’m surprised
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| For it’s the real deal,
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| There’s nothing I fear,
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| This is a clear deal,
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| Excellent I feel
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| Caught in the rapture,
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| Lost in the silence,
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| Absolute elsewhere,
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| Where’s the asylum?
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| Next day morn and I pick up the phone,
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| Walk through the door, down the hall to the ballroom,
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| Past the servants, who beckon and groan,
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| They proffer the floor, but my feet keep on fallin'
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| I never could believe your face,
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| Young enough to consume my false befitting,
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| I never could believe your eyes,
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| But I’ve been said wise
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| For it’s the real deal,
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| There’s nothing I fear,
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| This is a clear deal,
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| Excellent I feel
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| Caught in the rapture,
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| Into the violence,
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| Absolute elsewhere,
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| Where’s the asylum?
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| For it’s the real deal,
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| There’s nothing I fear,
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| This is a clear deal,
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| Excellent I feel
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| Caught in the rapture,
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| Lost in the silence,
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| Absolute elsewhere,
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| Where’s the asylum?
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| In my nightmares, monotonously |