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I want to go to Amsterdam,

Eat a brownie, in a fogged up café,

Ride stoned across canals.

And never tell you.

 

I want to waste entire days,

Eating breakfast in the afternoon,

Reading trash and blowing cash,

And never tell you.

 

I want to be admired,

Be smiled at on the train,

To feel pretty and be vain,

And never tell you.

 

I wish that you would wonder,

About the secret lives I lead,

Who I am when I am quiet

And never talk to you.

 

But you’re the noise and I’m silence,

Outside I’m calm, inside I’m violent,

You know it all and I know nothing,

So I’ll never talk to you.

 

And if I didn’t lead these secret lives

Would you see more when you look at me

If my ego stepped aside,

And I just talked to you?

 

But you don’t see my secret life,

Outside I’m calm, inside I’m violence,

Do you wonder at my silence?

Do you wonder at my silence?

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