All the World is Crazy 

 
 All the world is crazy…except for me.

So I generalize things from the colors I see.

Sew me up and bind these bursting seams.

Keep me at the top of my own tree.

If anyone else could save me it could be you.

To be for anyone’s purpose, I’d face the truth.

That all the world is crazy except for me.

And there’s no understanding-just let it be.

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