A man decides after seventy years
That what he goes there for is to unlock the door
While those around him criticize and sleep
And through a fractal on a breaking wall
I see you my friend, and touch your face again
Miracles will happen as we trip
But we're never gonna survive, unless
We get a little crazy
No we're never gonna survive, unless
We are a little crazy
Yellow people walking through my head
One of them's got a gun to shoot the other one
And yet together they were friends at school
But if all were there when we first took the pill
Then maybe, maybe
Miracles will happen as we speak
Behold, here cometh the dreamer
What will become of his dreams?
Crazy
Crazy
Crazy
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