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Motion Picture Soundtrack

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.

Early version has a second verse:
Beautiful angel, pulled apart at birth.
Limbless and helpless, I can't even recognize you.
I think you're crazy, maybe, I think you're crazy, maybe, I think you're crazy, maybe, I think you're crazy, maybe, I think you're crazy, maybe, I think you're crazy, maybe.
I will see you in the next life.


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