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Everybody's got their shitWho's got the guts to sit with it?Everybody's on their ownSo that way we're never aloneBut the mirror in another's eyesThat'll get you every timeThere are a thousand different ways to hide
Hiding out in the openMaybe I'm gonna let you downNothing's gonna make us newWhat's done is not gonna undoHiding out in the openMaybe he's gonna let me downLove is not a thing you try to doIt wants to be the thing compelling you
What we should probably sayLet's put off for a few more daysAnd anyway, I'll pretend not to hearUntil you whisper it in my earOoh, hot voice on my neckWould change the contextI want you warm as a loaf of breadThousand ways to be fed
Hiding out in the openMaybe I'm gonna let you downNothing's gonna make us newWhat's done is not gonna undoHiding out in the openMaybe he's gonna let me downLove is not a thing you try to doIt wants to be the thing compelling youTo be you
Love is not a thing you try to doIt wants to be the thing compelling youTo be you
-Hiding Out in the Open- Feist