| Well they’re spying on me from the tape recorders
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| All the people say I’m out of order
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| I’ve been sent to Earth from outer space
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| As a warning to the human race
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| Well the dogs are howling at the moon
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| And an orchestra is out of tune
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| I’ve got a blue guitar
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| And I’m driving in my car to Abyssinia
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| Cos life over there is better by far
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| From Philadelphia to Jamaica
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| I’m sick to the death of the way things are
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| I’m over the abyss, can’t take much more of this
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| Don’t want to kill myself you see there’s too much risk
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| The pills don’t work, the gun might miss
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| They say schizophrenia’s a fine madness
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| And I’m sad to say I’m on my way
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| I won’t be back for many a day
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| Well the bank is stealing all my cash
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| I know that flight 13 is going to crash
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| I know that people don’t like me
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| I know that’s because I call thin thin, I call fat fat
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| Well I know the messiah’s coming down
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| I had to leave my little girl in Kingston town
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| So tell me how far to Abyssinia
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| The second on the left after Jamaica
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| I’m driving in my car, running way far
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| From things as they are… schizophrenia!
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| There are forces out to destroy me
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| And I know you think I’m paranoid
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| Because I say there’s a big conspiracy
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| It’s a self-fulfilling prophecy
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| I’ve got a blue guitar
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| Wishing 'pon a star
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| Wishing 'pon a star
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| Sitting in a bar with a broken heart
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| What do you call it when your life falls apart?
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| Schizophrenia, schizophrenia
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| Carry me away to Abyssinia
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| We’ll play a little song of the way things are
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| For things are changed upon a blue guitar
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| Things are changed upon a synthesiser
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| All the ladies in the house go 'Lah dee dah'
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| Listen to the man with the blue guitar
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| Shake up your bosom take it out of your bra
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| Fruits in the pockets of a cornucopia
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| Schizophrenia, schizophrenia
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| I’ve got a broken heart and my head’s in a mess
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| And the train is at the station and the steam begin to hiss
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| Take me anywhere away from all this!
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| Toss the caber, do the highland fling
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| Your daddy’s gonna buy you a diamond ring
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| He’s got a battering ram, a battering ram
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| And he’s got a little problem with who I am
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| From Jamaica to Philadelphia
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| Lee Scratch Perry to Frank Sinatra
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| Somewhere over the rainbow: madness! |