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I picked a winter daffodil Spied a lonesome infidel I know, I'm going out of my head Hear the horses running free See my love escape from me I know, I'm going out of my head I know See the hollow countenance The corroded filaments Oh, Lord, I'm going out of my head Oh, Lord, I'm going out of my head Pay the executioner He's in league with Lucifer I know, I'm going out of my head From Letras Mania