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the lunatic is on the grass,
the lunatic is on the grass,
remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
got to keep the loonies on the path

the lunatic is in the hall,
the lunatics are in my hall,
the paper holds their folded faces to the floor
and every day the paperboy brings more

and if the dam breaks open many years too soon,
and if there is no room upon the hill,
and if your head explodes,
with dark forbodings too,
I'll see you on the dark side of the Moon

the lunatic is in my head,
the lunatic is in my head...
you raise the blade, you make the change,
you rearrange me 'till I'm sane,
you lock the door and throw away the key:
there's someone in my head but it's not me

and if the cloud bursts thunder in your hear
you shout and noone seems to hear
and if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the Moon

All that you touch
and All that you See
All that you taste
All you feel
And All that you love
All that you Hate
All you distrust
All you save
And All that you give
And All that you deal
And All that you buy,
beg, borrow or Steal
And All you create
And All you destroy
And All that you do
And All that you say
And All that you Eat
And Everyone you meet
And All that you slight
And Everyone you Fight
And All that is Now
And All that is Gone
All that's to come
And Everything under the Sun is in tune
but the Sun is replaced by the Moon...

[there's no dark side on the Moon really,
'cos in fact it's all dark]

- a memoria, questo e il bello.