Secret Door

Fools on parade cavort and carry on for waiting eyes
 That you would rather be beside than in front of
 But she's never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares
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 She swam out of tonight's phantasm
 Grabbed my hand and made it very clear
 "There's absolutely nothing for us here"
 It's a magnolia celebration to be attended on a Wednesday night
 It's better than to get a reputation as a miserable little tyke
 At least, that's the conclusion, she came to in this overture
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 And the secret door swings behind us
 She's saying nothing
 She's just giggling along
 Her arms were folded the most indignant
 Not looking like she was soon to leave
 I had to squint in order to believe
 And then, like a butler pushing on a bookshelf, I'm unveiling the unexpected
 I, who was earlier reluctant, was suddenly embarrassed and corrected
 How could such a creature survive in such a habitat?
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 And the secret door swings behind us
 She's saying nothing
 She's just giggling along
 Even if they were to find us
 I wouldn't notice
 I'm completely occupied
 As all the fools on parade cavort and carry on for waiting eyes
 Ones you would rather be beside than in front of
 But she's never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares
 Fools on parade frolic and fuck about to make her gaze
 Turn to a scribble on a page by a picture that holds her absence
 But you're daft to think she'd care
 Fools on parade
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 Fools on parade
 Fools on parade conduct a sing-along