Questions flew And words were hurled into the air And when the smoke had cleared I saw you lying there I used my words like bullets in a gun To pick your ego off like skeet flung In the gallery of fools
Too many words come from my mouth I wish would remain unsaid Oh I've had to eat them all and now I must confess
It was a silly thing to say to you It was a silly thing to say to you I know
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