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In My Madness I Was Actually In Love With Her For The Few Hours It All Lasted; It Was The Same Unmistakable Ache And Stab Across The Mind, The Same Sighs, The Same Pain, And Above All The Same Reluctance And Fear To Approach.

Because The Only People For Me Are The Mad Ones.

So I Rushed Past The Pretty Girls, And The Prettiest Girls In The World Live In Des Moines.

Suppose We Suddenly Wake Up And See That What We Thought To Be This And That, Ain't This And That At All?

I Realized Either I Was Crazy Or The World Was Crazy; And I Picked On The World. And Of Course I Was Right.