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fool enough to almost be it

cool enough to not quite see it

doomed

pick your pockets full of sorrow

and run away with me tomorrow

june



we'll try and ease the pain

but somehow feel the same

well no one knows

where our secrets go



i send a heart to all my dearies

when your life is so, so dreary

dream

i'm rumoured through the straight and narrow

while the harlots of my perils

scream



and i fail

when i can, i will

try to understand

when i can, i will



mother weep the years i'm missing

all the time can't be given

back

shut my mouth and strike the demons

that curse you and your reasons

out of hand and out of season

out of love and out of feeling

so bad

when i can, i will

words defy the plans

but when i can, i will



fool enough to almost be it

cool enough to not quite see it

old enough to almost feel this

always old, i'll always feel this

no more promise, no more sorrow

no longer will i follow

can anybody hear me

i just want to be

me

when i can, i will

try to understand

that when i can, i will