| The lunatic is on the grass, the lunatic is on the grass |
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Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs |
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God to keep the loonies on the path |
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The lunatic is in the hall, 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 paperboy 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, 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 same |
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You lock the door 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 shot 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 |
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