| Now I’ll let the madman sing for me
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| But he won’t be getting any sympathy
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| Lock him out away where he won’t be found
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| Just to count the time until his mind blows out
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| Now it leads him to the reason
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| For the misery that won’t go away
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| No idea what self worth really is
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| 'Cos the thoughts in his brain aren’t really his
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| Run in circles, Scratch to get out
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| It’s the misery that won’t go away
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| Go drag it to the end of the line
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| Where the damage is said and done
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| Hold onto what you can of your pride
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| As you look for a new way out
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| Turn what’s left of the real world upside down
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| Just to break the silence for a horrid sound
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| Apathy is all you get from me
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| When you turn a blind eye to hypocrisy
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| Now it leaves him with the reason
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| For the misery that won’t go away
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| Go drag it to the end of the line
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| Where the damage is said and done
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| Hold onto what you can of your pride
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| As you look for a new way out
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| Try to throw the weight before you drown
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| And the fear it’ll rot you from the inside out
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| Now I’ll let the madman sing for me
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| But he’s just another casualty
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| Go drag it to the end of the line
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| Where the damage is said and done
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| Hold onto what you can of your pride
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| As you look for a new way out |