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The Correct Use Of Soap

In the rush 
The rush of my senses 
In the heat 
The heat of this moment 
In the Palace of Nations 
I think I can love you out of weakness 
In the heat of this moment I stick myself in laughter 
Run for it 
I'm running away 
Know-it-all 
I will return again 
Pushing myself so helpless 
Hopeless 
When I can love you out of weakness 
Which of us is to blame! 
I'm stupid 
I only know enough to get out of the rain 
Oh, I really tiptoe, I really tiptoe 
Stop 
When you cease to amaze me 
Take a look 
My part in the pattern 
I know it'll never matter 
So I stick myself in laughter 
I may love you out of weakness 
Is that what I was afraid of!