| It must have been the gloomy lights
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| That I couldn’t see
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| What was beyond this confusion
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| The second face
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| So carefully hidden
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| Under a glance of shy embarrassment
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| It must have been the curls of smoke
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| That I couldn’t notice
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| What was beyond this masquerade
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| The ordinary coward
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| So perfectly hidden
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| Under the excuse of pure reserve
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| Does some demonic inner force drive you
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| Or what’s your motivation for this?
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| Just a load of empty talk
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| And I was again too dazzled to reveal
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| You are neither shy nor reserved
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| You just don’t want me
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| It must have been the effect of the rum
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| That I couldn’t feel
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| What was beyond your named intention
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| I should impose a curfew on myself
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| To prevent that I fall in love with every fool
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| Who crosses my way
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| It must have been culpable negligence
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| That I could believe
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| That you might be different
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| Actually I shouldn’t moan
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| You are not in the least worth mentioning
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| I don’t know you at all.
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| Does some demonic inner force drive me
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| Or is it just ingenuousness
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| That I am the victim of deceptions time and again?
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| I’m always too dazzled to reveal,
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| Too dazzled to foresee
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| Too dazzled to learn
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| Nothing is what it seems. |