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They say minds move mysteriously, |
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Well, I've seen them all, and |
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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, |
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I'm surprised |
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For it's the real deal, |
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There's nothing |
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I fear,This is a clear deal, |
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Excellent |
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I feelCaught 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 |
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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 |
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I fear,This is a clear deal, |
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Excellent |
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I feelCaught 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 |
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I fear,This is a clear deal, |
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Excellent |
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I feelCaught 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 |
