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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 we'll 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 rumored to the straight and narrow
 while the harlots of my perils
 scream
 
 and i fail
 but when i can, i will
 try to understand
 that when i can, i will
 
 mother weep the years i'm missing
 all our time can't be given
 back
 shut my mouth and strike the demons
 that cursed 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
 when i can, i will
 
 fool enough to almost be it
 and cool enough to not quite see it
 and old enough to always 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
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