| I’d have to be crazy to stop all my singing
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| And never play music again
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| You’d call me a fool if I grabbed up my top hat
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| And ran out to flag down the wind
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| I’d have to be weird to grow me a beard
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| Just to see what the rednecks would do
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| I’d have to be crazy plum out of my mind
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| To fall out of love with you
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| You know I’ve done weird things, told people I’ve heard things
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| When silence was all in abounds
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| Been days when it pleased me to crawl on my knees
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| Following ants as they crawled across the ground
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| Been insane on a train but I’m still me again
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| And the place where I hold you is true
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| But I’d have to be crazy, plum out of my mind
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| To fall out of love with you
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| You know I don’t intend to
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| But should there come a day
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| When I say that I don’t love you
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| You can lock me away
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| Well it sure would be dingy to live in an envelope
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| In a world waiting along for a stamp
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| You’d swear I was loco to rub for a genie
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| While burning my hand on a lamp
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| I may not be normal but nobody is
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| So I’d like to say before I’m through
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| I’d have to be crazy, plum out of my mind
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| To fall out of love with you |