| Well, well, now what the hell has gotten into you
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| Is it something we can make it through
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| I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to figure you out
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| Like a black silhouette in a shadow of doubt
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| Some kinda spectacle that no one can see through
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| But it burns inside, you hide it well
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| You hide it from yourself
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| And you promise that you won’t tell
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| Promise that you won’t tell, promise that you won’t tell
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| Promise that you won’t yell, secret no more, secret no more
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| Now I know that something’s wrong
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| And I’ll find out before too long
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| Only you can break my solitude
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| Don’t you tell anyone I told you this
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| We got to die to spread your disease too
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| But it burns inside, you hide it well
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| And you promise that you won’t tell
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| Promise that you won’t tell
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| Promise that you won’t tell
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| Promise that you won’t yell
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| Secret no more, secret no more
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| Promise that you won’t tell, promise that you won’t tell
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| Promise that you won’t tell, promise that you won’t yell
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| Secret no more, secret no more
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| Secret no more, secret no more |