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There are no doors on the seventeenth floor, For the seventeenth floor is mine. I've awakened here every morn Since nineteen-seventy-nine I wear no clothes, and I have no shoes I've bid farewell to lust, Because here I live on the seventeenth floor With nothing but bugs and dust My family now disowns me And I have no friends these days For their sights are keen, and they have seen That I have set my ways My head shrink says I'm crazy He said that’s why I'm in this place And on a whim, I agreed with him It's a crazy even pills can't erase I take my meds every morning And then again at noon I've been taking these pills daily in good faith And still I'm loony as a toon! When at first they locked me up here Before they totally gave up on me They said that if I would be as good as I could That someday I might even go free  Then one fine day they brought me a gift Said it was a jacket made specially for me They helped put it on, (wait! The sleeves are too long!) And they ran away laughing as they threw away the key Days into weeks, and weeks became months The months eventually turned into years It's been so long since I've seen any one Do they even remember I'm here?!!? There are no doors on the seventeenth floor For the seventeenth floor is all mine To be perfectly clear, I've been locked up here Since July of nineteen seventy-nine
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Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 6:57 PM UTC
— The Seventeenth Floor —
There are no doors on the seventeenth floor, For the seventeenth floor is mine. I've awakened here every morn Since nineteen-seventy-nine I wear no clothes, and I have no shoes I've bid farewell to lust, Because here I live on the seventeenth floor With nothing but bugs and dust My family now disowns me And I have no friends these days For their sights are keen, and they have seen That I have set my ways My head shrink says I'm crazy He said that’s why I'm in this place And on a whim, I agreed with him It's a crazy even pills can't erase I take my meds every morning And then again at noon I've been taking these pills daily in good faith And still I'm loony as a toon! When at first they locked me up here Before they totally gave up on me They said that if I would be as good as I could That someday I might even go free  Then one fine day they brought me a gift Said it was a jacket made specially for me They helped put it on, (wait! The sleeves are too long!) And they ran away laughing as they threw away the key Days into weeks, and weeks became months The months eventually turned into years It's been so long since I've seen any one Do they even remember I'm here?!!? There are no doors on the seventeenth floor For the seventeenth floor is all mine To be perfectly clear, I've been locked up here Since July of nineteen seventy-nine
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Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 6:57 PM UTC
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