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    She's had a psychotic dream
    For the last ten days
    She feels as if she's sinking
    In and out, in and out, in and out of phase
    She comes up for air
    She think she's a queen
    Starts telling all the choirboys where she's been
    She dresses in black only for the occasion
    She thinks she's a negro but she's only caucasian

    She can't tune in
    She can't tune in
    She can't get off that bus
    She can't get off that bus
    She can't grab hold
    She can't grab hold
    She's a mess this girl
    And it's time you were told

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    It's like watching my own dream
    This is not what it seems
    So calculated now that's infiltrated
    In the harshness of daylight
    I'm frightened by sunlight
    But I know those night-eyes will keep me from harm

    She can't tune in
    She can't tune in
    She can't get off that bus
    She can't get off that bus
    She can't grab hold
    She can't grab hold
    She's a mess this girl
    And it's time...

    Mamama mamama
    Keep on keeping me from harm
    Keep on keeping me from harm
    Keep on keeping me from harm
    Keep on keeping me from harm

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    Composition: Curve and Pearl Diana

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