I'd have to be crazy
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to stop all my singing
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and never play music again.
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You'd call me a fool
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if I put on a top hat
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and ran out to flag down the wind.
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I'd have to be weird
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to grow me a beard
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just to see what the rednecks would do.
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I'd have to be crazy
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plum out of my mind
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to fall out of love with you.
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You know I
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(and I don't intend to)
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But should there come a day,
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when I say that I don't love you
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They'll lock me away ay ay.
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It sure would be weird
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to live in an envelope
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waiting along for a stamp
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You'd swear I was loco
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to rub for a genie
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while burning my hand on the lamp
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And I may not be normal
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but nobody is
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so I'd like to say 'fore I'm through
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I'd have to be crazy
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plum out of my mind
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to fall out of love with you
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I'd Have To Be Crazy
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| Willie Nelson |
