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Confused
It's all in your head
It's all in your head
That's all he ever said
The pain, the panic?
All in my head?
In my head?
He says it so
But I really don't know
Real or faked?
Or are those bastards just baked?
Trapped me there
My own slice of hell
Just as well
Jackets with straps
Came into fashion
Locked away
My own horrific passions
Death no more
Did that crow just cry nevermore?
It's all in your head
That's all he ever said
The pain, the panic?
All in my head?
In my head?
He says it so
But I really don't know
Real or faked?
Or are those bastards just baked?
Trapped me there
My own slice of hell
Just as well
Jackets with straps
Came into fashion
Locked away
My own horrific passions
Death no more
Did that crow just cry nevermore?
Published 25th Feb 2015
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