Red wine and sleeping pills
Help me get back to your arms
Cheap sex and sad films
Help me get where I belong

I think you're crazy, maybe
I think you're crazy, maybe

Stop sending letters
Letters always get burned
It's not like the movies
They fed us on little white lies

I think you're crazy, maybe
I think you're crazy, maybe

I will see you in the next life
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Original last verse not included on Kid A:

Beautiful angel
Pulled apart at birth
Limbless and helpless
I can't even recognize you

I think you're crazy, maybe
I think you're crazy, maybe
I think you're crazy, maybe
I think you're crazy, maybe
I think you're crazy, maybe
I think you're crazy, maybe

I will see you in the next life

Songwriter(s): Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Edward John O'Brien, Thomas Edward Yorke, Philip James Selway, Colin Charles Greenwood
Copyright: Warner/Chappell Music Ltd
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