Red wine and sleeping pills Help me get back to your arms Cheap sex and sad films Help me get where I belong
I think you are crazy, maybe I think you are crazy, maybe
Stop sending letters Letters always get burned Its not like the movies They fed us on little white lies
I think you are crazy, maybe I think you are crazy, maybe
I wi will see you in the next life
Early version has a second verse: Beautiful angel Pulled apart at birth Limbless and helpless I can not even recognize you
I think you are crazy, maybe (x6)
I wi will see you in the next life
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