You got me caught in all this mess
I guess we can blame it on the rain
My pain is knowing i can’t have you, i can’t have you

Tell me does she look at you the way i do?
Try to understand the words you say and the way you move?
Does she get the same big rush, when you go in for a hug
and your cheeks brush?

Tell me, am i crazy, am i crazy?

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