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The folks, they just can't take no more |
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Throw you in the back seat, slam the door |
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No stoppin' as down the road you go |
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Go not time to lose |
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Gigantic one way gate ahead |
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You're thinkin' man I'd as soon be dead |
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They decided to give you life instead |
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The sanitarium blues |
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Big ole nurse all dressed in white |
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Slaps you on a table in the middle of the night |
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Then he straps you down real tight |
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You're wonderin', what'd I do? |
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They hose you down, make sure you're clean |
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Wrap you up in hospital green |
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Shoot you full of Thorazine |
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The sanitarium blues |
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Could be TB or maybe a tumor |
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Eavesdropping on the doctors, listening to the rumors |
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Can't see your friends, hear the hum of the wheels |
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Hey my man, you know how it feels |
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Like the sanitarium blues |
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They upon some sunlit day |
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They figure there's no need for you to stay |
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They're pretty sure you can't be cyred |
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So they send you on your merry way |
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You hit the pavement, hang around |
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Nobody's on the outside to be found |
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You're just tryin' to stay above the ground |
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You start to thinkin', what's the use? |
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The sanitarium blues |
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The sanitarium blues |
