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I'm sitting here in the abandoned brain |
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Waiting for take-off in it |
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They say it's never going to work again |
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But I can spare a few minutes |
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Been here before in the abandoned brain |
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There's flowers on all the controls |
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The tape keeps telling me again and again |
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That I'm the keeper of souls |
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The wind blows hard on the abandoned brain |
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But there's nobody thinking at all |
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The hypothalamus is open to the rain |
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And the leaves sweep into the hall |
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There's no one else in the abandoned brain |
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But that's not necessarily bad |
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It feeds on itself, but it's not insane |
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This brain is too old to go mad |
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Roses bloom in the abandoned brain |
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And thoughts run wild on the floor |
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Like a headless corpse; a derailed train |
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Who could ask for anything more? |
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I'm sitting here in the abandoned brain |
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Waiting for take-off in it |
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They say it's never going to work again |
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But I can spare a few minutes |
