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Damned cold light - shines day and night |
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No windows here to tell - could this be |
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Hell I'm chained to my bed - asked for confession |
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It makes me depressed - their search for obsession |
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Filled with |
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L.S.D. - for their cynic eyes to see |
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The caos inside of me - (just) let it be |
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How long have |
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I been here - it could be months it could be years |
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And the way they wake me up - they do it with electro-shock |
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When you're in the |
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Y.S.P.C.A. |
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Your pain is getting worse everyday |
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Day and night escape is on your mind |
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But the exit is not for you to find |
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You are just another lunatic |
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Strait jacket on, keep still you little prick |
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You will be locked in your padded cell |
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Just to face your own private |
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Hell They fill my mind with |
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Therapy - so there is no way out |
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The force of luna's takin' me - |
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I scream but there's no sound |
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For them my life had just begun - experimenting on and on |
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In this obsure insanity no heaven sent is saving me |
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Filled with |
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L.S.D. - for their cynic eyes to see |
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The caos inside of me - (just) let it be |
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How long have |
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I been here - it could be months it could be years |
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And the way they wake me up - they do it with electro-shock |
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When you're in the |
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Y.S.P.C.A. |
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Your pain is getting worse everyday |
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Day and night escape is on your mind |
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But the exit is not for you to find |
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You are just another lunatic |
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Strait jacket on, keep still you little prick |
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You will be locked in your padded cell |
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Just to face your own private |
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Hell |