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"Lost"


My name is John and I'm completely fine

I know because the voices tell me so

The doctor says that I am one of nine

He tells me this as if I didn't know

 

He says that I'm a schizophrenic man

I guess he might be telling me the truth

Although I live in a little tin can

My life is great and I am living proof

 

When evening comes and darkness starts to fall

I feel, at times, as if I've lost my way

I listen to the people in the wall

Inciting and inviting me to stay

 

I'm valuable in my own little way

Even though that isn't what they say

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