Your arms may be open now,
soaking up the energy of the crowd
just like the rays of the sun

It feels good, great in fact
I understand, it's like soaring through the clouds

But soon sweetheart that sun,
it'll turn to rain
and your white shirt will be see-through

Once you're exposed there is no going back
what's done is done
it's as if you're a goner
and really it's because you are

So I hope you'll listen before
you put your thoughts on paper
or even in words

Think twice before you're so sure
that what's exposed can be hidden

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