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"Crazy", Icehouse. I'm 12 and on school camp and the boy with long hair who lives in a train carriage has lent me his Walkman with this album in it. I sit on a fence with clunky late 80s headphone on, the synthesisers tinny in my ear, watching everyone play football on the wet grass. And I'm so full of first love for the boy with the hair, and so distant, special, in the way only a teen crush can be, full of the self-importance of being in my own skin. And these are the lyrics I sing to myself. Which makes everyone laugh at me. But I know I'm still special.
I've got a pocket
full of holes
head in the clouds
the king of fools
you've got a ribbon of rainbows
the sun in your eyes
burning through
could be I'm happy and sad
could be I'm losing my head
over you
well, you've gotta be crazy, baby
to want a guy like me
yeah, you've gotta be out of your mind
crazy
So if I'm dreaming
don't wake me tonight
if this is all wrong
I don't want it right
'cause you're the one sure thing
when I get lost in the game
once again
hey, I'm a lucky guy
without a reason and I
don't understand
well, you've gotta be crazy, baby
to want a guy like me
yeah, you've gotta be out of your mind
crazy
Well, there must be some kind of mistake
to give your heart away
yeah, you've gotta be out of your mind
crazy
I've got a pocket
full of holes
head in the clouds
the king of fools
you've got a ribbon of rainbows
the sun in your eyes
burning through
could be I'm happy and sad
could be I'm losing my head
over you
well, you've gotta be crazy, baby
to want a guy like me
yeah, you've gotta be out of your mind
crazy
Well, there must be some kind of mistake
to give your heart away
yeah, you've gotta be out of your mind
crazy
well, you've gotta be crazy, baby
to want a guy like me
yeah, you've gotta be out of your mind
crazy
Well, there must be some kind of mistake
to give your heart away
yeah, you've gotta be out of your mind
crazy
well you've gotta be crazy baby
to want a guy like me
yeah, you've gotta be crazy, baby. |
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