I think I'm crazy, baby, let you off the hook too easy; if you were a telephone, you'd still be off the hook. This is my last leg, been awake for days, in a minute I'll die of starvation. I'll come back a ghost if I can haunt you, and float around your room. What do I do when you get close? If I kissed your neck, would you slit my throat? Are you
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