It was days like those;
looking, grinning, into his eyes
that I realized I was
absolutely crazy
Making love
to my imagination
and the ideas that it held
so that reality was never
good enough for me
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It was days like those;
looking, grinning, into his eyes
that I realized I was
absolutely crazy
Making love
to my imagination
and the ideas that it held
so that reality was never
good enough for me