Words and music Robin Williamsson 1978
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I learned in school
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That I was mad if they were sane, you see
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They had to beat me black and blue
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They said it hurt them more than me
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But I learned who were my enemies
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and I learned who were my friends
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I learned to read between the lines
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When I was 10
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Ią„d do anything to get out of school
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Away from the teacherą„s stick
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To shoot streetlamps with my slingshot
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Smoke cigarettes and get sick
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Steal apples in September
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Fight shadows in green June
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Or just sit and smell the burning leaves
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Of an autumnsą„s afternoon
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Of an autumnsą„s afternoon
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Once I met a mad girl
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As she came hopping through the furze
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Her clothes all stuck with fluff and stuff
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Bearded barley and bristly burrs
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and I was high among the branches green
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and she, she hadną„t seen me there
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As she went shuffling with her shadow
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and snatching at the air
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Wild weeds, wilting
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Were twined all in her curls
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and I could tell by her mad blue eyes
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She was a mad girl
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She was thin as any sparrow
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Her song it had no tune
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Just scuffling through the piney glades
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Of a summerą„s afternoon
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Of a summerą„s afternoon
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I came dropping through the branches down
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She started round in surprise and fear
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I doną„t know what I had to say
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But something I knew she had to hear
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She picked up a piece of flint
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Drew back her arm and flung it high
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Not a bad throw that cut my cheek
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Just below the eye
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Mad girl, mad girl
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Before you ran away
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I knew you were as mad as me
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and as sane as a summerą„s day
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Mad girl, mad girl
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We both were wrong again
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You took me for an anemy
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and I took you for a friend
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I took you for a friend
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Me and the mad girl
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Robin Williamson |