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madmen in the attic

The house on the hill was empty with pain

See the shadowy Pilgrim climb the stairs again

He's living in a dream rare

He's climbing to the shadows there

They say,

To see the stuff he left behind

Madmen in the attic

Find your myth

Find your line

They say

Hey, shut up! sit down!

Or you'll lose your mind

Cause they say that you're running out of time

Climbing the stairs

He didn't know what he'd find there

He found a little bit of his heart

He found a knife and tore it apart

In the room with the view

Of everything he thought he knew

Look at that boy

He's buried his joy.

He buried the pieces out front in the lawn

He give him a break, aww c'mon

Give him some time

That boy's got a lot on his mind

Cause he's buried the pieces out front in the lawn

And they say that there's a storm coming on --

And they say

He has no fear

And these days they say you can smell the roses from here

Standing near the crack of moonlight there on the floor

The shadow rolled over still

Boy doesn't hurt anymore

And now he never will

See, it's just his antic disposition

Cause he's really starting to question

The whole  bloody mess

And now he's creepin' down your stare

Dripping red

Carrying the pieces out there

He's way too calm, he has no fear

And you all best get out of here

Look at that boy

Standing in the red rain

Boy cut himself up again

And he found the pieces out front in the lawn

And they say, there's a storm coming on

And they say,

He has no fear

And these days they say,

the roses scream from here

So don't pick up the phone

Cause you weren't alone

And don't pick up the phone

Cause somebody heard the moan

From the window

From the stair

From the muddy mound under there

Boy cut up a piece of his heart

Made room for the other parts

Boy buried his Pilgrim

And that ain't no lie

And now that boy's gonna learn how to fly

Well you shut up!

You sit down!

Don't panic

Cause you've got to believe somebody

Believe your madman in the attic.

"track15" by Doves

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