Off she trots to the psychiatric hospit...
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All she's got is the memory of a girl that used to laugh a lot
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Now she's very angry 'cause they say she's lost the plot
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And she's laughing in the mirror at her paper dress
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'cause she has a troubled mind, a troubled mind
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Rosie Black, she walked up in here wired up on crack
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It's for the kids who have low self esteem
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They've got no concept of reality
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Living their lives inside a fantasy
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Cuz they have troubled minds, troubled minds
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Wipe the white golden dust into these broken hands
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Must depend on a friend that will understand
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Like the glitter making love to the gleam
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Just remember things aren't always what they seem
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Peter Pan could not admit he had become a man
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He smashed the mirror into a million bits
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Now all he seems to do is stare and sit
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Painting pictures of a life that he'll never find
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Inside his troubled mind, troubled minds
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There's a sweet little guy called Mars
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Each night he cries, this ain't the place I'm meant to be
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He hides his dreams deep within a wooden box
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He hides his secrets deep within his woolen socks
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Life will pass him by
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Inside his troubled mind, troubled minds
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Wipe the white golden dust into these broken hands
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Must depend on a friend that will understand
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Like the glitter making love to the gleam
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Just remember things aren't always what they seem
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We can kill for the dust we need to fill these hands
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Can't depend on a friend that will understand
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Hate the glitter, we have murdered the dream
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Just remember things are always what they seem
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Troubled Mind
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| Marina & The Diamonds |
