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Thinking about yesterday
And how my life used to be
Now I¹m locked inside this place
I¹m a schizophrenic case
All the faces I now see
Never show a sign of glee
Every night we start to bustle
It
¹s time to do the Thorazine shuffle
It
¹s the Thorazine shuffle
Everyday half past four
They push my food through the door
Every night right at eight
They put me back into my straight
All the paintings I have made
They look kind of strange
Every night we start to hustle
It
¹s time to do the Thorazine shuffle
It
¹s the Thorazine shuffle
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