Every whisper Of every waking hour I'm Choosing my confessions Trying to keep an eye on you Like a hurt lost and blinded fool, fool Oh no I've said too much, I set it up
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Fool enough to almost be it Cool enough to not quite see it Pick your pockets full of sorrow And run away with me tomorrow
We'll try and ease the pain But somehow we'll feel the same Well, no one knows Where our secrets go
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Fool enough to almost be it
Cool enough to not quite see it
Pick your pockets full of sorrow
And run away with me tomorrow
We'll try and ease the pain
But somehow we'll feel the same
Well, no one knows
Where our secrets go
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