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Sitting by my window, with my head (?)cupped(?) in my hands. |
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I'm looking at the people, now I think I understand. |
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(?)(I've seen the life)(I've sin a life)(?) of prisons, conversations with my walls. |
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And now that you can see me, you see I'm not quite wide at all. |
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And now, that I'm here, I'm not alone with all the loonies. |
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Now that I see, I'm not alone with all the loonies. |
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Now that I feel, I'm not alone with all the loonies. |
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Now I am me, I'm now at home with all the loonies here. |
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Driven to insanity, with music in my head, |
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I quiet believe that I'm not outside, with all the living dead. |
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Well it could have been so easy, I've could have been a star. |
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They told me that I have everything, but I fuck up/on after all! |
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And now, that I'm here, I'm not alone with all the loonies. |
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Now that I see, I'm not alone with all the loonies. |
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Now that I feel, I'm not alone with all the loonies. |
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Now I am me, I lost myself on The Road To Rampton. |
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Safe inside my prison, deep down I - I always knew. |
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But I didn't stand a chance outside, I couldn't see why everything I do; |
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Comes back and haunts me, like a ghost, again just like my mother. |
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I lost my hope, I lost my faith, along The Road To Rampton. |
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And now, that I'm here, I'm not at home with all the loonies. |
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Now that I'm here, I'm right at home with all the loonies. |
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Now that I'm here, I'm (?) with all the loonies. |
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Now that I'm here, I'm (?)quite(?) at home with all the loonies here. |
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(I do like to be beside the seaside) |