I Can Almost See It
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Beautiful Side of Madness
Tonight is dyingÂÂ
I need some companyÂÂ
Let's go to your placeÂÂ
Call it serilityÂÂ
I won't talk about your drinkingÂÂ
You won't tell me "comb my hair"ÂÂ
We won't say nothingÂÂ
we'll just sit there and stareÂÂ
Into the beautiful side of madnessÂÂ
Into the beautiful side of madnessÂÂ
Oh, won't you take me back againÂÂ
We lost a lot of laughterÂÂ
We lost a lot of nightsÂÂ
But I ain't seen nobodyÂÂ
Oh, that always get it rightÂÂ
I like your eyesÂÂ
Just a little madness in the blueÂÂ
And I know I'm goin' crazyÂÂ
But at least I'm going there with youÂÂ
Into the beautiful side of madnessÂÂ
Oh yes, into the beautiful side of madnessÂÂ
Oh, won't you take me back againÂÂ
You're sucha languid loverÂÂ
Ohhh, it's a long slow rideÂÂ
Nobody knows, nobody knowsÂÂ
Nobody knows, nobody knowsÂÂ
How beautiful it is on the other sideÂÂ
Into the beautiful side of madnessÂÂ
Oh yes, into the beautiful side of madnessÂÂ
Oh, won't you take me back again?ÂÂ
Won't you take me back again?ÂÂ
Won't you take me back again?