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Wrote me a letter from the psych ward
They took away your laces and the H that you scored
Blue socks they gave you, so you'd never slip and fall
You fall apart anyway, what's the point of it all

Gone, gone, you are gone
Gone, gone, you are gone
Gone, gone, you are gone
Gone, gone, you are gone

5150, now you're on your own
You're sick and lost, even in your own home
After the hospital nothing really changed
Cuz what's the difference with a needle in your vein

Gone, gone, you are gone
Gone, gone, you are gone
Gone, gone, you are gone
Gone, gone, you are gone

The ground is waiting up in Glendale
The coffin's waiting, it just needs one last nail
White dresses in the wind blow ragged, free and wild
Without a body they just float for a while

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