Here in my room Where the paint dries like your face I'm still confusing love with need Tonight at 10 I'll cry for a while They'll get me for sure It's just a question of time
We're the crazies
Some things I do I feel so ashamed But I have run of points of view The man is a thinker Who thought that he died Just sits in the corner Looking somewhat surprised
We're the crazies
I only exterminate In my spare time I fight the machine for the passers by I know I'm wrong But what makes you right The simple solution is to end it all
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