Crazy.

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I remember when… I remember…I remember when I lost my mind. There was something so pleasant about that place. Even your emotions had an echo in so much space…and when you’re out there…without care, yeah, I was out of touch, but it wasn’t because I didn’t know enough…I just knew too much. Does that make me crazy? Does that make me crazy? Does that make me crazy!? Possibly.
And I hope that you are having the time of your life but think twice, that’s my only advice.
Come on now, who do you, who do you, who do you, who do you think you are!? Ha! Bless your soul, you really think you’re in control! Well, I think you’re crazy. I think you’re crazy. I think you’re crazy. Just like me.
My heroes had the heart to lose their lives out on a limb and all I remember is thinking, I want to be like them. Ever since I was little…ever since I was little it looked like fun, and it’s no coincidence I’ve come and I can die when I’m done. Maybe I’m crazy, maybe you’re crazy, maybe we’re crazy? Probably.

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