| Bb | Eb7 | Bb | Eb7 | | The lunatic is on the | grass, | the lunatic is on the | grass |
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| Bb | C | | Remembering games and | daisy chains and laughs |
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| F7 | Bb | Bbsus2 | Bb | | God to keep the loonies on the | path | | |
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| Bb | Eb7 | Bb | Eb7 | | The lunatic is in the | hall, | the lunatics are in my | hall |
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| Bb | C | | The paper holds their folded | faces to the floor |
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| F7 | Bb | Bbsus2 | Bb7 | | And | every day the paperboy brings | more | | |
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| Eb | F | | And if the dam breaks open | many years too soon |
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| Ab | Eb | | And | if there is no room upon the | hill |
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| Eb | F7 | | And if your head explodes with | dark forbodings too |
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| Ab | Eb | Dm | Cm | F | | 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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