Well I carry my guilt in a suitcase And I lug it around everywhere I go And I look like buster keaton with a stone face Cause I don't want my package to show
Now a broken promise Is a powerful thing It fits in that keyhole And makes the front door swing Then it holds you down To watch what it will bring
Well I carry my guilt in a suitcase And I lug it around everywhere I go And I almost fool myself with a poker face Cause I don't want my guilt to show
Even when I'm sleeping There's a god-awful sound It sits on my head With the weight of a crown I start hearing other voices One too many choices
Well I carry my guilt in a suitcase And I lug it around everywhere I go And I look like buster keaton with a stone face
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