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Brilliant Disguise 
Medium
by Bruce Springsteen
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I hold you in my arms
As the plays
are baby
as you turn away
I saw you last night
Out on the edge of town
I your mind
To I've got in this new thing I've found
So tell me what I see
When I in your eyes
Is that you baby
Or just a brilliant disguise
I your name
From underneath our willow
I saw something in shame
Underneath your pillow
Well I've so hard baby
But I just can't see
What a woman like you
Is doing me
So tell me who I see
I look in your eyes
Is that you baby
Or just a brilliant disguise
Now at me baby
Struggling to do everything right
And it all falls apart
(Oh) When out go the lights
I'm just a lonely pilgrim
I walk this in wealth
I want to know if it's you I don't trust
'Cause I damn don't trust myself
Now you play the loving woman
I'll play the faithful man
But just don't look too close
Into the palm of my hand
We at the altar
The gypsy swore our was right
But come the wee wee hours
Well maybe the gypsy lied
So when you look at me
You better look hard and twice
Is that me baby
Or a brilliant disguise
Tonight our bed is cold
I'm lost in the of our love
God have mercy on the man
Who doubts what he's sure of
As the plays
are baby
as you turn away
I saw you last night
Out on the edge of town
I your mind
To I've got in this new thing I've found
So tell me what I see
When I in your eyes
Is that you baby
Or just a brilliant disguise
I your name
From underneath our willow
I saw something in shame
Underneath your pillow
Well I've so hard baby
But I just can't see
What a woman like you
Is doing me
So tell me who I see
I look in your eyes
Is that you baby
Or just a brilliant disguise
Now at me baby
Struggling to do everything right
And it all falls apart
(Oh) When out go the lights
I'm just a lonely pilgrim
I walk this in wealth
I want to know if it's you I don't trust
'Cause I damn don't trust myself
Now you play the loving woman
I'll play the faithful man
But just don't look too close
Into the palm of my hand
We at the altar
The gypsy swore our was right
But come the wee wee hours
Well maybe the gypsy lied
So when you look at me
You better look hard and twice
Is that me baby
Or a brilliant disguise
Tonight our bed is cold
I'm lost in the of our love
God have mercy on the man
Who doubts what he's sure of
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