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Tha Crazy Solipsist
Dear, oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.
I think I'm goin Crazy here!
When I can't stop wonderin,
why I've got a mind,
that makes me wonder if I am blind.
I perceive sight as a kaleidoscope!
Me thinks I'm a bit outta sync,
when I go outside to stand still and contemplate how ta blink!
When you jump backwards down stairs with scissors,
Then you may talk ta me about being mental...
I don't care what you might think,
cause I am a follower of Solipsism!
Do ya know wat that means?
It means only I got a brain,
so when you call me insane,
I just sit back and play my game.
I think I'm goin Crazy here!
When I can't stop wonderin,
why I've got a mind,
that makes me wonder if I am blind.
I perceive sight as a kaleidoscope!
Me thinks I'm a bit outta sync,
when I go outside to stand still and contemplate how ta blink!
When you jump backwards down stairs with scissors,
Then you may talk ta me about being mental...
I don't care what you might think,
cause I am a follower of Solipsism!
Do ya know wat that means?
It means only I got a brain,
so when you call me insane,
I just sit back and play my game.
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