The lunatic is on the grass.
The lunatic is on the grass.
Remembering games
and daisy chains and laughs.
Got to keep the loonies on the path.
The lunatic is in my head.
The lunatic is in my head.
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'til
I'm sane.
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.
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