I'm too sad to tell you love, to tell you is too much to say;
Feel for me and fear for me, my face is good to fear.
Too sad to tell you now, to tell you is too much for me;
Running round this cloudy day, the place to hide my mind.
She gets wonderful things, safe and sound things.
Paperchasing, make a face, but hope the wind don't change around;
I never saw a wild thing turn, revolving on a dime.
I'd like to know the game plan now, of how you stalk and how you prowl;
One to one the talk gets out, safe and sound at last.
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