www.instagram.com/luis_corona www.vk.com/luis_corona . . . 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're crazy, maybe I think you're crazy, maybe
Stop sending letters Letters always get burned It's not like the movies They fed us on little white lies
I think you're crazy, maybe I think you're crazy, maybe
I will see you in the next life
[Early version has a second verse:]
Beautiful angel Pulled apart at birth Limbless and helpless I can't even recognize you
I think you're crazy, maybe [x6]
I will see you in the next life . . . www.instagram.com/luis_corona www.vk.com/luis_corona