A sort of place you don't often find
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A quiet room to go out of your mind
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Will you excuse me whilst I confide
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I've found a place where I can hide
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Lights out by nine as a rule
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One grey blanket and a stool
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Angels fear to tread where stands the fool
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But the air is warm, and the walls are cool
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So I'm kept away, so here I'll stay
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Even the judges kneel and pray
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I am the winner in any event, SNAP!
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Who was the man who said society's bent?
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So I'm locked away in my padded cocoon
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A square of hell where nightmares bloom
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Armageddon couldn't come too soon
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But if it only meant that I could leave this room
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Here stands the Fool
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The Fool
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| The Fixx |
