| Where has he gone to?
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| I have not seen him in years, years
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| Where is my friend gone now?
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| I can see his skin, but not within, no
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| They had to stop his mind from sinking
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| Into a it of horror
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| Trying to control his thoughts from slipping
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| Into caves of hysteria
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| He lost his clothes
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| To the wihte sheet robes
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| As they said they would show him towards the light
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| Oh, he was drugged up and lost in a colossal course of pills
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| Starting to loose the fight within himself
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| When the light turned grey it trickled
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| Into thought suppression
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| Within his eyes, within his mind
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| Always the same reaction
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| Where has my friend gone
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| I can see his skin, but not within, no
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| He lost his clothes
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| To the wihte sheet robes
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| As they said they would show him towards the light
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| Oh, he was drugged up and lost in a colossal course of pills
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| Starting to loose the fight within himself
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| Is it always right for the state of mind to rely on chemicals?
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| It’s easier to ignore than battle problems through
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| Is it easier to create a swamp or is ignorance just cruel
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| To settle a man into a well and take away his fuel?
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| Where has he gone to?
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| In a maze, a placid haze
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| No fear, no tears
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| It may have been the right way at first, for a while
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| But he’s been in a bubble for far too long
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| Where’s the great adventurer I knew?
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| He lost his clothes
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| To the wihte sheet robes
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| As they said they would show him towards the light
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| Oh, he was drugged up and lost in a colossal course of pills
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| Starting to loose the fight within himself. |