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Thinking about yesterday |
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And how my life used to be |
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Now I'm locked inside this place |
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I'm a schizophrenic case |
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All the faces I now see |
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Never show a sign of glee |
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Every night we start to bustle |
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It's time to do the Thorazine shuffle |
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It's the Thorazine shuffle |
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Everyday half past four |
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They push my food through the door |
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Every night right at eight |
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They put me back into my straight |
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All the paintings I have made |
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They look kind of strange |
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Every night we start to hustle |
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It's time to do the Thorazine shuffle |
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It's the Thorazine shuffle |
