Lunatic

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[Verse 1]
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An old man surrounded by his books,
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Trestle table pilled with old 
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newspapers,
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Fifteen cats scratching at his door,
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Fifth and mess all across the floor.


[Chorus]
F                 E
It's alright Mrs. Brown,
F                E
You know Mrs. Carter,
He's a 
F                                 
luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-lunatic,
E

He's a 
F                                 
luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-lunatic.
E



[Pre-Chorus]
A                                 
Still used to walk with your 
  E
spotty dog,
A                              E
Gazing for hours at the flower beds,
A                        E
Under the Victorian canopy,
A                             
Knocking the leaves of the dead 
  E
trees.


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[Chorus]
You're a 
F                                 
luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-lunatic,
E

You're a 
F                                 
luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-lunatic.
E



[Verse 2]
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The open ward is the place for you,
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Where someone they will tie your 
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shoes,
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You'll have visitors one every year,
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And you don't have to cry, 
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there's a million tears,
E
Everyone cries there.


[Chorus]
F                 E
It's alright Mrs. Brown,
F                E
You know Mrs. Carter,
He's a 
F                                 
luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-lunatic,
E

He's a 
F                                 
luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-lunatic.
E



[Pre-Chorus]
    A                              
And still you walk with your spotty
 E
 dog,
A                              E
Gazing for hours at the flower beds,
A                        E
Under the Victorian canopy,
A                            
Picking the leaves of the dead 
  E
trees.


[Chorus]
Yes, you're a 
F                                 
luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-lunatic,
E

Yes, you're a 
F                                 
luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-lunatic,
E

Yes, you're a 
F                                 
luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-lunatic,
E

A 
F                                 
luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-luna-lunatic,
E



[Otro]
A                                 
Still used to walk with your 
  E
spotty dog,
A                              E
Gazing for hours at the flower beds,
A                        E
Under the Victorian canopy,
A                               E
Picking the leaves of the dead tree.