The lunatic is on the grass
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The lunatic is on the grass
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Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
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Got to keep the loonies on the path
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The lunatic is in the hall
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The lunatics are in my hall
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The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
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And every day the paper boy brings more
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And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
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And if there is no room upon the hill
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And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
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I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
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The lunatic is in my head
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The lunatic is in my head
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You raise the blade, you make the change
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You re-arrange me 'till I'm sane
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You lock the door
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And throw away the key
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There's someone in my head but it's not me.
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And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
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You shout and no one seems to hear
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And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
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I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
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"I can't think of anything to say except...
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I think it's marvellous! HaHaHa!"
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Brain Damage
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| Pink Floyd |
