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They clip the newspapers, they don't want to frighten me.Asking me questionsgot me questioning my sanity.They're asking questions, it's the samequestions they always ask, the little green men in his pen know theanswers.They keep me drugged to get inside my head, what are they hoping tofind?I really like the flowers but what did they do with my mind?And nowI'm slipping through reality,I'll take my pills and watch the wallsmelt.They say I suffer from insanity.Just between friends... I'm notsuffering at all.I kind of like it here.(Hey, let's make somefriends)[Sure, what'll we make them out of?](The bodies.)Letras de cancionesThey all speakso nice to me a plastic smile upon their face,this Mister Rogers'neighborhood is making me a basket case.What do you think about, screamabout, cry about?The mean little girl in the mirror is laughing.Thepurple pill comes right before they dim the lights.I've got to get my evilout, the drugs have got me locked in too tight.And now I'm slipping throughreality,I'll take my pills and watch the walls melt.They say I suffer frominsanity.Just between friends... I'm not suffering at all.I kind of like ithere...ForgottenI calledIt wasn'tMy faultFade fresh angerseewhy I amthe way I amrunninghidingtryingto get away from youawayfrom meleave me be just let me beIn a quiet placefar away from me From Letras Mania