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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. |
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