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