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Brilliant Disguise 
Medium
by Bruce Springsteen
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I hold you in my arms
As the band plays
are words whispered baby
Just as you turn away
I saw you night
Out on the edge of town
I wanna your mind
To know just what I've got in new thing I've found
So tell me what I see
When I look in your eyes
Is that you baby
Or just a disguise
I heard somebody name
From underneath our willow
I saw something tucked in shame
your pillow
Well I've tried so hard baby
But I just can't see
a woman you
Is with me
So tell me who I see
When I in your eyes
Is that you baby
Or just a disguise
Now look at me baby
Struggling to do everything right
And then it all apart
(Oh) When out go the lights
I'm just a pilgrim
I walk in wealth
I want to know if it's you I don't trust
'Cause I sure don't trust myself
Now you play the loving woman
I'll the man
But don't too close
Into the of my hand
We stood at the altar
The gypsy swore our was right
But come the wee wee hours
Well maybe baby the gypsy lied
So when you at me
You better look and twice
Is me baby
Or a brilliant disguise
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 band plays
are words whispered baby
Just as you turn away
I saw you night
Out on the edge of town
I wanna your mind
To know just what I've got in new thing I've found
So tell me what I see
When I look in your eyes
Is that you baby
Or just a disguise
I heard somebody name
From underneath our willow
I saw something tucked in shame
your pillow
Well I've tried so hard baby
But I just can't see
a woman you
Is with me
So tell me who I see
When I in your eyes
Is that you baby
Or just a disguise
Now look at me baby
Struggling to do everything right
And then it all apart
(Oh) When out go the lights
I'm just a pilgrim
I walk in wealth
I want to know if it's you I don't trust
'Cause I sure don't trust myself
Now you play the loving woman
I'll the man
But don't too close
Into the of my hand
We stood at the altar
The gypsy swore our was right
But come the wee wee hours
Well maybe baby the gypsy lied
So when you at me
You better look and twice
Is me baby
Or a brilliant disguise
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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