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Im losing touch with reality

My mind is full, yet my thoughts go free

Drifting past me like floating clouds

Empty faces in the city crowds.


People I've known, places I've been

Go floating past me, as if in a dream

Up on a roftop looking down

Theres a man with no face dressed like a clown


In the frightened city no one dare

To stop and look up as if to care

For deep inside they know they will find

That what they see was all in their mind


I long to leave this frightening place

To break away from the human race

To reach for a clowd way up in the sky

A welcome refuge for me to cry.

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