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(Mu-mu-mu-mad-mad-mad) x3
I... I can't get this memories out of my mind.
And some kind of Madness,
Has started to evolve, mmn.

And I... I tried so hard to let you go.
But some kind of Madness,
Is swallowing me whole, yeh.

I have finally seen the light.
And I... have finally realized.
What you mean...
And now, I need to know if it's real love.
Or is it just Madness,
Keeping us afloat, mmm.

And when I look back, at all the crazy fights we have,
Like some kind of M-m-madness,
Was taking control, yeh.

And now I have finally seen the light,
And I... have finally realized,
What you need, mmm.

(Mu-mu-mu-mad-mad-mad) x2

And now I have finally seen the end,
(I have seen the end)
And I'm... I'm expecting you to care,
(Expecting you to care)
And I... have finally seen the light,
(Have finally seen the light)
And I... have finally realized,
(Realized)

(I NEED TO LOVE) x2

Capture me,
Trust in your dream,
Come on and rescue me.
Yes, I know, I can't move on,
Baby, you're too head-strong.
Our love is...

Sail

This is how I show my love
I made it my mind because
I blame it on my A.D.D. baby
this is how an angel dies
I blame it on my own supply
blame it on my A.D.D. baby

Sail

Maybe i should cry for help
maybe i should kill myself
blame it on my A.D.D. baby
maybe I'm a different breed
maybe I'm not listening
so blame it on my A.D.D. baby

Sail

Where do bad folks go when they die
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
Go to a lake of fire and fry
See them again 'till the Fourth of July

I knew a lady who came from Duluth
Bitten by a dog with a rabid tooth
She went to her grave just a little too soon
flew away howling on the yellow moon

Where do bad folks go when they die
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
Go to a lake of fire and fry
See them again 'till the Fourth of July

People cry and people moan
Look for a dry place to call their home
Try to find some place to rest their bones
Of an angels and the devils try to make 'em their own

Where do bad folks go when they die
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
Go to a lake of fire and fry
See them again 'till the Fourth of July