Do I have to tell you everything I think
Open book,
"Hey, why so sad, why so heavy all the time"
Walking on eggshells, afraid of what I'll sayI have to
It might be madnessOr it might be loveOne sleight of
In a steel townOn a grey dayIn an apartment above
Well I've got to hand it to youBut I know
The last time that I saw youPart of you had
I worry about being happyI worry about the costI imagine
If you don't ask me I won't tell youAbout the
First thing in the morningHe's staring at the ceilingHe notices
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