Im in love with Machines and magazines I spend my nights cutting And pasting all my dreams The sound of music Plays against white noise Im just a mix tape junky With too many toys And too many books to write To get any sleep tonight Im so crazy, baby Youre sane Maybe its a good thing We cant be together Im so crazy, baby Youre saying maybe its a good thing We cant be together Im in trouble With the depth that lies within I fill my spaces With cliches so broken in If melody bares all the weight, im sure Sophistications lost On every single word Got too many hooks to write To get any sleep tonight I profess i am the king Of too much of a good thing
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