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