- Nov 19, 2001
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...We may still get by
Every time I think about it I want to cry
With the bombs and the devils
And the kids keep coming
No way to breathe easy...no time to be young
But I tell myself that I'm doing alright
There's nothing left to do tonight but go crazy on you
crazy on you
let me go crazy crazy on you

Every time I think about it I want to cry
With the bombs and the devils
And the kids keep coming
No way to breathe easy...no time to be young
But I tell myself that I'm doing alright
There's nothing left to do tonight but go crazy on you
crazy on you
let me go crazy crazy on you