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I took a pen in my own hand and wrote you a hundred tunes |
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Now I'm crazy for you but not that crazy |
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I'm crazy for you but not that crazy |
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I pretended you were, Jesus, you were just dying to save me |
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I stood beneath your window with my ukulele |
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I made my yard a playground just in case we had a baby |
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Now I'm crazy for you but not that crazy |
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I'm crazy for you but not that crazy |
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I treated you like radium, I treated you like God |
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You were my glass menagerie, did you not find that odd? |
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I dwelt within and went without and broke my virgin flesh |
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I performed acts of devotion as if you were Ganesh |
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But now I'm crazy for you but not that crazy |
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I'm crazy for you but not that crazy |
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I took a pen in my own hand and wrote you a hundred tunes |
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Now I'm crazy for you but not that crazy |
