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2002-08-15 - 11:06 p.m.
You can't keep a secret
But you keep a diary anyway
And you get away with murder
'Cause you've got a way with words
And I know where you keep it
Under where your underwear is meant to be
But usually it's all over the floor
I can't see the carpet anymore
If you arose by any other name
You'd smell as sweet and you'd look just the same
"Music to Hold Hands To"- The Lucksmiths
I want to fix it too- but I want to make sure we take the time to do it right.