| Madness is like love
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| It makes you see the world a different way
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| Maybe love just helps you say
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| The things that madness can’t convey
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| When an evil spirit leaves a man
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| It goes flying through the desert
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| Looks for a place to stay and then comes back
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| And that’s what’s got me hiding out
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| From rapists, thieves and perverts
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| The newsman telling me we’re under attack
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| Because the more the world puts in my mouth
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| The less I feel like chewing it Found the way to madness and I’m opening the door
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| 'cause the more they say what’s on my mind
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| The more I feel like I’m losing it They tell me what to care about and I don’t care anymore
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| 'Cause there’s a hole in the fabric of my sanity
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| And it’s getting big enough to see through
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| And on the other side of losing my mind
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| I think I’m going to see you
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| I pledge allegiance to myself don’t make much sense to me And if freedom frees the idiots I don’t think I’ve been set free
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| With all the emphasis on money and guns
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| And looking out for number one seems like clouds in my coffee
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| Because the world is a lady with a veil over her face
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| But I’m tearing it away 'cause she’s got something to hide
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| And all our hopes and dreams I fear have been badly misplace
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| 'cause life means giving up yourself, I’m not afraid to die
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| 'Cause there’s a hole in the fabric of my sanity
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| And it’s getting big enough to see through
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| And on the other side of losing my mind
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| I think I’m going to see you
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| There’s a fire on the flag that makes you who you are
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| And I think my mask is starting to slip
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| And now that everything’s breaking down
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| I think I’m getting a grip
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| The more the world puts in my mouth
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| The more I feel like throwing up Found the way to freedom and I’m opening the door
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| The more they tell me how to care
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| The more and more I’m giving up Afraid of God and life and death, I’m not afraid anymore
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| There’s a hole in the fabric of my sanity
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| And it’s getting big enough to see through
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| And on the other side of losing my mind
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| I think I’m going to see you
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| There’s a hole in the fabric of my sanity
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| And it’s getting big enough to see through
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| And on the other side of losing my mind
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| I think I’m going to see you
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| There’s a fire on the flag that makes you who you are
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| And I think my mask is starting to slip
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| And now that everything’s breaking down
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| I think I’m getting a grip
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| There’s a hole in the fabric of my sanity
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| And it’s getting big enough to see through
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| And on the other side of losing my mind
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| I think I’m going to see you |