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The room.

Loony bin looneyville, What do they say, They say you must stay until the pain goes away, Sometimes though it's there, Until the very end, So what do you do to make it okay, You make it a friend and let it be free, At least until your body can breathe, Then you start fighting about where you will go, The head or the heart, Oh where will you go, Will you go to the East and eat like a beast, Or go to the West to fight like the rest, The choice is yours, Just make sure that you, Will always remember that one day of rest, When you decided to be your best.


 
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