Lyrics

say, preacher man i think you lied, you said the 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 are 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'll 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 have been awake, and i missed the summer with you, as i fall back down again, i hold my head high, and i'll turn back round to you, and wave my goodbye, i never want to bet, 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, don't shadow me, shadow me, don't shadow me, shadow me, don't shadow me, shadow me, don't shadow me, shadow me, don't shadow me, shadow me, don't shadow me, shadow me, don't shadow me, shadow me, don't shadow me, shadow me, as i fall back down again, i hold my head high, and i'll turn back round to you, and wave my goodbye, i never want to bet, 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

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Artist: birds of tokyo