All men have secrets
and here is mine
So let it be known
For we have been through
hell and high tide
I think I can rely on you
And yet you start to recoil
Heavy words are
so lightly thrown
But still I'd leap
in front of a
flying bullet
for you
So, what difference
does it make
So, what difference
does it make
It makes none
But now you have gone
And you must be lookin'
very old tonight
The devil will find work
for idle hands to do
I stole and I lied, and why
Because you asked me to
But now you make me feel
so ashamed. Because I've
only got two hands
Well, I'm still fond of you
oh-ho-oh
So, what difference
does it make
Oh, what difference
does it make
Oh, it makes none
But now you have gone
And your prejudice
won't keep you
warm tonight
Oh, the devil will find work
for idle hands to do
I stole, and then I lied
Just because
you asked me to
But now you know
the truth about me
You won't see me
anymore
Well, I'm still fond of you,
oh-ho-oh
But no more apologies
No more, no more
apologies
Oh, I'm too tired
I'm so sick and tired
And I'm feelin'
very sick and ill today
But I'm still fond of you,
oh-ho-oh
Oh, my sacred one
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