Suddenly what’s madness?
From which point of view what’s madness?
Now the city seems a hell,
With all those imperfections that she understands so well,
So ring the tower bells,
And the morning dew drained on your face,
And she sacrificed her last sunny days,
With people that she doesn’t know,
But people who could understand her,
People that she doesn’t know,
People that she learned to love,
The last diamonds of her life.

(Who’s normal to you?)

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