| To the joker with no home
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| And the fool sat on the throne
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| And the wasted time that you’ve spent
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| Chasin' times you never meant
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| So what passions are you grieving
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| This feeling you’r conceiving
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| I believe what I hear is the hymn, in my mind
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| As the days have passed you by
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| And the dreams that made you fly
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| And the deserts that turned to fields
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| But you know how it gets so real
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| So what passions are you grieving
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| This feeling you’r conceiving
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| I believe what I hear is the hymn, in my mind
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| Paranoia, will destroy your mind
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| But if you can change direction
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| There still might be time
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| To the joker with no home
|
| And the fool sat on the throne
|
| And the wasted time that you’ve spent
|
| Chasin' times you never meant
|
| So what passions are you grieving
|
| This feeling you’r conceiving
|
| I believe what I hear is the hymn, in my mind
|
| Paranoia, will destroy your mind
|
| But if you change direction
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| There still might be time |