You might say I'm crazy
It's a simple equation
Connecting the dots
To the contellations
Turning up my iPod
To sing at the moon
The critical masses
Have judged me too soon
You might say I'm crazy
On this light spring eve
Yes, You'll say I'm crazy
Unless you....believe.
It's a simple equation
Connecting the dots
To the contellations
Turning up my iPod
To sing at the moon
The critical masses
Have judged me too soon
You might say I'm crazy
On this light spring eve
Yes, You'll say I'm crazy
Unless you....believe.




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