there's a watch in my pocket
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and its hands are broken
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the face is blank
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but the gears are turning
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confusion is a fundamental
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state of mind
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it doesn't really matter
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what I'm figuring out
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I'm guaranteed to wind
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up in a state of doubt
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and sanity is a full time job
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in a world
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that is always changing
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and sanity is a state of mind
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that you believe in sanity
|
<Interlude>
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there's a shadow on the wall
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where the paint is peeling
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my body's moving forward
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but my mind is reeling
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depression is a fundamental
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state of being
|
it doesn't really matter
|
how my day has turned out
|
I always end up living
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in this world of doubt
|
and sanity is a full time job
|
in a world
|
that is always changing
|
and sanity is a state of mind
|
that you believe in sanity
|
<Interlude>
|
and sanity is a full time job
|
in a world
|
that is always changing
|
and sanity is a state of mind
|
that you believe in sanity
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cked down
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and they put you first in line
|
And so you finally ask yourself
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just how big you are
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and take your place in a wiser
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world of bigger motor cars
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<Intelrude>
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So Where the hell was Biggles
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when you needed him
|
last Saturday
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And where were all the sportsmen
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who always pulled you though
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They're all resting down
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in Cornwall
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writing up their memoirs
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for a paper-back edition
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of the Boy Scout Manual
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See there! A man born
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Sanity.
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| Bad Religion |
