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Here in my room, in splendid isolation |
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alone in the gloom, in splendid isolation |
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sometimes I need to be, left in my own company, |
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so here I am, in splendid isolation. |
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I'm falling away, in splendid isolation, |
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I'm hoping I'll stay, in splendid isolation, |
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If they were right I'd agree, but it's them they know not me |
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So here I am in splendid isolation. |
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I'm floating in a sea of my subconcious thought, |
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and the skeletons are crewling from the closet walls, |
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No-one ever see's me, I don't make a sound |
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and I don't know what I'm gonna do now. |
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The motherless itch has got the best of me |
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trancending the things that I will never be, |
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but all along hallucinating life somehow, |
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I still don't know what I'm gonna do now. |
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The pressure starts to push me through my loving daze, |
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for a moment there I thought I'd lost me wicked ways, |
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It's not that I'm a leper when my mind allows |
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I don't know what I'm gonna do now. |
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Lennon is a memory in a student brain |
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gripping thought pavilions guilt in freedom's chains |
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the virginical construction makes the masses 'wow' |
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and I don't know what I'm gonna do now. |
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Well I see the moon, the stars, the hemisphere |
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I see the future and it don't look clear |
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The past is re-appearing on my fevered brow. |
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And I don't know what I'm gonna do now, |
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Yeah, I still don't know what I'm gonna do now... |
