| Mine is the mind of in and out
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| Is it an answer known or in doubt
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| The question rises inside you
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| Door of madness, what’s the view
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| Between the dreams of real and not
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| This mind of mine has quite forgot
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| Two sides to take, real or insane
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| A leaping about within my brain
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| Light me up, I become a clown
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| A painted face from smile to crown
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| Dark the light, the paint erase
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| Unknown evils encase my face
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| To the edge, try to peer down
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| You could find there is no ground
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| You could find there is a frame
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| May you stay and play my game
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| Try the knob, there is no lock
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| To another side, another shock
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| Cross the frame, see my hinge
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| The loose one there, please me cringe
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| Line of perfection, on a chart
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| But imperfection is the art
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| Only if there is a mistake
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| In a human, a choice can make
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| A light, a dark unknown to you
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| Mind and soul open anew
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| As your soul pecks through the door
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| Mine will monkey forevermore
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| Mine is the door between this two
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| A light, a dark unknown to you
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| You may try to cross the line
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| But only in a mind as mine |