Roses are red. sometimes violets are blue but we're always puking on cider
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and glue
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People say that we're twisted, you know it's not true, we just get so bad
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when there's fuck all to do
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Life in this building is freezing and wet, if I once had a brain then I
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seem to forget
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'Cos just when I caught it, it slipped through the net, now we sedate
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ourselves slowly no time for regret
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Sunshine wards laughing, the inmates are here, filling our lives full of
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sulphate and beer
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We've tried every way to make "real life" less clear as stupidity sets in
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the truth disappears
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Sunshine wards screaming, we crawl to the door
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Reality creeps back, I can't take no more
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There is no more stairway we're stuck on this floor
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And fear digs in deep, as the patients hands claw
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The happy dream shatters and falls to the floor
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The doubt crawling in that we can't just ignore
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Should we carry this farce on just as before?
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Or start living for life's sake, away from the ward?
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Sunshine Ward
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| Amebix |
