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but all the walls have ears my darling
I know about you, when the follies of your weekend hang like smoke onto your clothes
When the follies of your weekend hang like smoke onto your clothes, i know about you Dashboard, when the follies of your weekend hang like smoke onto your clothes
i know about you
When the follies of your weekend hang like smoke onto your clothes, but i don t know why
But all the walls have ears my darling, and the shame of it grows when you whisper it nice and low whisper it nice and
It s a shame, and i know about you i know about you
And i see suspicions arise around you, it s a shame About, and all bad things get known
And the shame of it grows when you whisper it nice and low, but all the walls have ears my darling
I know the burden and the pain it draws, but i don t know why, and all bad things get known
I know the walls as they ring and repeat, i know about you
And i know about you, and all bad things get known, i know the secrets they were meant to keep
i know about you
When the follies of your weekend hang like smoke onto your clothes, i know about you, but all the walls have ears my darling
it s a shame
i know the ceiling when it starts to burn
And i know about you, and the shame of it grows when you whisper it nice and low whisper it nice and
i know the stirrings of a double-cross
And all bad things get known, when the follies of your weekend hang like smoke onto your clothes Confessional, and i know about you
And the shame of it grows when you whisper it nice and low whisper it nice and, i know you re sorry for something
I see suspicions arise, when the follies of your weekend hang like smoke onto your clothes Confessional, and the shame of it grows when you whisper it nice and low whisper it nice and
But it all shakes out real slow, and all bad things get known
I know about you, i know the signals of a straying heart
And i know about you, i see suspicions arise around you
And the shame of it grows when you whisper it nice and low whisper it nice and, and the shame of it grows when you whisper it nice and low whisper it nice and
but it all shakes out real slow
I know the secrets they were meant to keep, i see suspicions arise around you
But all the walls have ears my darling, and the shame of it grows when you whisper it nice and low whisper it nice and
I know the stirrings of a double-cross, i know the signals of a straying heart
when the follies of your weekend hang like smoke onto your clothes
I know the secrets they were meant to keep, when the follies of your weekend hang like smoke onto your clothes
I know the stirrings of a double-cross, and the shame of it grows when you whisper it nice and low, and i know about you i know about you
But it all shakes out real slow, i know about you
And the shame of it grows when you whisper it nice and low whisper it nice and, and all bad things get known, i know the curtain and the way it falls
i know you re sorry for something
I know about you i know about you, i know the signals of a straying heart
i know about you i know about you
i know the signals of a straying heart
but all the walls have ears my darling
I know about you, i know about you
When the follies of your weekend hang like smoke onto your clothes, i know you re sorry for something
When the follies of your weekend hang like smoke onto your clothes, and i know that the patterns that the wicked learn
I know about you, it s a shame Know, i see suspicions arise
And i know that the patterns that the wicked learn, i know the secrets they were meant to keep
I know about you, and i see suspicions arise around you, and all bad things get known
I know about you, i know the season when it starts to turn
but it all shakes out real slow
and all bad things get known