Schizophrenia
Hear as my Hands
Wave as one says hello and goodbye
Mr. Tambourine man. To
A parade; lay your hands on the back
Of the elephant
Mr. Tambourine man
Without a sound
Without a care
And why
The elephants always remember
And we lay our hands
So we forget
What the elephant remembers
Mr. Tambourine man
That you lay your hands
Like cellophane
You don’t know me
You don’t know my name
Just the parade
A masquerade
A carnival and just a shade
Translucence fade,
You don’t know my name
Mr. Tambourine man
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