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So he knows something you don't, five little secrets whispered oh, and you had something to saybut the people were our peasantsso you walked away from this avalancheand left them for dead.they were our messengers and this is what they said:"I don't think you're ready yet."She thinks I'm drunk but I'm not,there are just so many reasons we can't get caughtand the sound of the shot is the sound of her heartstrings pulling tautoh, it's scandalous, these tales of woe,these are the memories and this is how they go.I don't think we're in control.But it's okay 'cause no-one's going to listen to a word that you say,they read your body language and think everything's okay,now the penny's dropped, the past is slainthe rhythm of your pulse triggers action in your brain.so even as I talk to you these memories will fade,spirited away in a slick, darn raidbut I never met a man who regrets the way he feltwhen your eyes first met, and your heart began to melt.If only your eyes replaced the fear,Letras de cancionesand not the memory of the past few years.And now everything's fine, only happy endings all the timeand we're getting you help.and everyone we know is doing well,until the curtain drops, it's all a show.these are professionals and this is all they know.I don't think we're in control.But it's okay 'cause no-one's going to listen to a word that you saythey read your body language and think everything's okaynow the penny's dropped, the past is slainthe rhythm of your pulse triggers action in your brain.so even as I talk to you these memories will fade,spirited away in a slick, darn raid.but I never met a man who regrets the way he feltwhen your eyes first met, and your heart began to melt. From Letras Mania