Tied up in Nots
What you think is odd is not odd to me.
Do we not think differently?
You see a glass half empty. I see a glass half not full.
What you call exciting, I call not dull.
Maybe my brain's tied in a "not".
You think I'm crazy, I think I'm not.
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