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A sort of place you don't often find |
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A quiet room to go out of your mind |
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Will you excuse me whilst I confide |
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I've found a place where I can hide |
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Lights out by nine as a rule |
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One grey blanket and a stool |
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Angels fear to tread where stands the fool |
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But the air is warm, and the walls are cool |
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So I'm kept away, so here I'll stay |
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Even the judges kneel and pray |
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I am the winner in any event, SNAP! |
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Who was the man who said society's bent? |
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So I'm locked away in my padded cocoon |
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A square of hell where nightmares bloom |
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Armageddon couldn't come too soon |
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But if it only meant that I could leave this room |
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Here stands the Fool |