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Sixty-Three Percent Insane

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She slides across
My lonely view
And there ain’t nothing
I can do
I pine and fret
My silent plea
For a love
That cannot be

I’m sixty-three
percent insane
Cuz she keeps poppin
In my brain
My mind’s a mess
Of hurt and sad
Love’s an ache
I got so bad

A friendly word
A wayward smile
Lights my soul up
For a while
Till I remember
Who I am
A peon and
A hired hand

I’m sixty-three
percent insane
Cuz she keeps poppin
In my brain
My mind’s a mess
Of hurt and sad
Love’s an ache
I got so bad

by Richard W. Bray

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