Though it's hard to admit it's true I've come to depend on you You and your angelic shout Loud enough for two And that is why I'll confide in you the truth this time That is why I just can't go on and live this lie Yesterday all was right as rain But now the forecast's not It's partly cloudy with trouser stains And his copy of enquiring minds But that never meant that much to her She chose to keep her nose too clean She'd rather keep it pointed anyway In the spine of a magazine And when you say I trust in you I promise you the truth And when you say I bet you won't You know I will And it'll be better in the end So when you think you've got it figured out Then you know you don't Like all the rest you'd like to sit and pout But of course you won't
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