A sort of place you don`t often find A quiet room to go out of your mind Will you excuse me whilst I confide I`ve found a place where I can hide Lights out by nine as a rule One grey blanket and a stool Angels fear to tread where stands the fool But the air is warm, and the walls are cool So I`m kept away, so here I`ll stay Even the judges kneel and pray I am the winner in any event, SNAP! Who was the man who said society`s bent? So I`m locked away in my padded cocoon A square of hell where nightmares bloom Armageddon couldn`t come too soon But if it only meant that I could leave this room Here stands the Fool
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