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Pink Floyd |
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Pulse |
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Brain Damage |
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The lunatic is on the grass |
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The lunatic is on the grass |
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Remembering days and ways of chains and locks |
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Got to keep the loonies on the path |
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The lunatic is in the hall |
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The lunatics are in my hall |
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The paper holds their folded faces to the floor |
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And every day the paper boy brings more |
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And if the dam breaks open many years too soon |
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And if there is no room upon the hill |
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And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too |
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I'll see you on the dark side of the moon |
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The lunatic is in my head |
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The lunatic is in my head |
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You raise the blade, you make the change |
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You re-arrange me 'till I'm sane |
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You lock the door |
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And throw away the key |
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There's someone in my head but it's not me. |
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And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear |
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You shout and no one seems to hear |
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And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes |
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I'll see you on the dark side of the moon |
