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I built a ship with my own hands to take us to the moon, |
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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 pretended you were |
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Jesus you were just dying to save me. |
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I stood beneath your window with my ukelele. |
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I made a 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 treated you like radium. |
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I treated you like |
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God. 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 |
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Ganesh, but now |
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I'm crazy for you but not that crazy. |
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I'm crazy for you but not that crazy. |
