Say, teacher man, I think you lied,
'Cause you said that love would surely die,
I misread the fine print on your sleeve,
As you tried to hand this down to me.
It's too late for you to say
the reasons, It's found within,
As I taste the freedom in your sweet,
Love-rich remedy.
As I fall back down again,
I hold my head high.
And I turn back round to you,
And wave my goodbye.
The same mystic eyes that left me blind,
The same tune that I will hum alone,
I know, That it seems I'm sorry.
So with the underlining rule of love,
I slipped through when I should've been awake,
And I missed the summer with you.
As I fall back down again,
I hold my head high,
And I turn back round to you,
And wave my goodbye,
And I'll never want again, (?)
But I guarantee a steady hand,
There's no sense in regret,
And I know it's only second-best,
But I guarantee a steady hand,
When we play Russian Roulette.
As I fall back down again,
I hold my head high,
And I turn back round to you,
And wave my goodbye,
And I'll never want again, (?)
Could I guarantee a steady hand,
There's no sense in regret,
And I know it's only second-best,
But I guarantee a steady hand,
When we play Russian Roulette.
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