| Yeah there’s a method to my madness
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| If only I could find it I could make you safe
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| See there’s a therapist trying to tell me that
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| You are just a figment of my tainted brain
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| No, I believe
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| That you’re not just conjured up
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| No, I believe
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| Cause I feel it when we touch
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| You make it dry when it’s raining outside
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| You warm my blood when the temperature dies
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| You’re my crutch when it’s all to hard to bare
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| See without you here I could not be anywhere
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| A wide-eyed flutter and the violins, they swell
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| I lost everything I own; |
| I don’t need it, can’t you tell?
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| Oh, all I truly need is you (Natalie Marie)
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| This disturbing make-believe's come true (Natalie Marie)
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| I spent every cent I had
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| Just to buy the things that you would ultimately never get
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| But now I’m starting to believe that I’m really going crazy
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| Cause I can’t recall when we met
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| Natalie, it turns out that your were just my sick little fantasy
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| So I tried to pry you from my head
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| Now look at me
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| It appears as if I’ve injured myself severely, yeah
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| But like the doctor said you were always dead
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| Now I’m in stitches
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| Over you and over you, oh
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| Now I’m in stitches
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| Over you and over you, oh |