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Crazy?
Am I going crazy?
I’m stuck in this malaise
Wandering around in a daze
As I lay down on this chaise
The fog of this purple haze
Has got me feeling different ways
As I keep repeating the same phrase
Of a song that just replays
In my mind, I always
Off in the distance, seem to gaze
My life is like a maze
Above this nonsense, I cannot raise
And I can’t accept your praise
So I’m counting down the days
Until dead, my body lays
And my debt, my soul pays
I think I’m crazy!
I’m stuck in this malaise
Wandering around in a daze
As I lay down on this chaise
The fog of this purple haze
Has got me feeling different ways
As I keep repeating the same phrase
Of a song that just replays
In my mind, I always
Off in the distance, seem to gaze
My life is like a maze
Above this nonsense, I cannot raise
And I can’t accept your praise
So I’m counting down the days
Until dead, my body lays
And my debt, my soul pays
I think I’m crazy!
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