Red wine and sleeping pills
help me get back to your arms
long nights and bad flights
help me get back where I belong
It makes me crazy, maybe
It makes me crazy, maybe
Stop sending letters
letters always get burned
it's not like the movies
they fed us on little white lies
They make us crazy, maybe
They make us crazy, maybe
I will see you in the next life
Beautiful angels
pulled apart at birth
helpless and limbless
I can't even recognize you
I'm going crazy, maybe
I'm going crazy, maybe
I'm going crazy, maybe
I'm going crazy, maybe
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