Well I carry my guilt in a suitcase
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And I lug it around everywhere I go
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And I look like Buster Keaton with a stone face
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Cause I don't want my package to show
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Now a broken promise
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Is a powerful thing
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It fits in that keyhole
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And makes the front door swing
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Then it holds you down
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To watch what it will bring
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Well I carry my guilt in a suitcase
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And I lug it around everywhere I go
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And I almost fool myself with a poker face
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Cause I don't want my guilt to show
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Even when I'm sleeping
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There's a god-awful sound
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It sits on my head
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With the weight of a crown
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I start hearing other voices
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One too many choices
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Well I carry my guilt in a suitcase
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And I lug it around everywhere I go
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And I look like Buster Keaton with a stone face
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Guilt In A Suitcase
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