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Aug 2016
He was a paranoid
He was a schizoid
He thought he was living on an asteroid
Until he went to the policeman's ball

He still believes in Sigmund Freud
He's feeling guilty since he was a boy
He was a paranoid
Until he went to the policeman's ball

When he doesn't think he's been acting right
He's sure he'll be attacked at night
Looking at people with such fear in is eyes
It's a wonder that he ever survives

He was a paranoid
Elf Kill
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Elf Kill  Minneapolis
(Minneapolis)   
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