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(Robin Wilson) Spit it out, the sad truth One of many secrets we acquired in youth My dirty clothes Lately I keep 'em in the luggage that you to gave me With a little luck, one night We'll drink together in a different light Our heads down, our ears ring We only see angels when we both believe Take me, take mine, hide it away Take me, take mine, hide it away Spit it up, the right words Of course we always keep 'em where we know it hurts The little things you did too I'd almost still believe if it weren't for you Take me, take mine hide it away, hide it away (so late?)... You said "Surround me when it's over, I can't stand it another night" Forever now and definitely sober When we stare in a different light Spit it out, the sad truth One of many secrets we acquired in youth The right words Lately I keep 'em in the luggage that you gave to me Take me, take my hurting away (so late) Take me, take my hurting away, hurting away (so late) Take me, take mine, hide it away (so late) Take me take my hurting away, hide it away (so late) From Letras Mania