There's no window in this room
Not that I really miss the view
It's just that I may soon forget
The way the grass looks when it's wet
It seems too sad to call this home
However, I had time to think
About the past and write this song
I'm running out of ink
I'm tryin' hard to read your mind
Built a machine to travel time
Blessing with globe with pestilence
This is my magic residence
It seems too sad to call this home
However, I had time to think
The medication does not help
There's poison in my drink
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
Then that's just my luck
They never told me they were going to
Put me away
They never told me they were going to
Put me away
They never told me they were going to
Put me away
They never told me they were going to
Put me away
I'm not crazy
I'm not crazy
I'm not insane
I'm not crazy
I made a magic wand today
Maybe I'll wish myself away
Next to the ocean where birds sing
These are a few of my favorite things
It seems so sad to call this home
However, I had time to think
About the past and what went wrong
I'm running out of ink
Oh the sickness the sadness
I can't think, I can't think

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