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To whom it may be of any concern: I forget this lesson each time that it's learned, This argument that I try and defend. It's not logic, it's a means to an end: A fiendish ploy, That you mean me no harm. It's so ill-concieved, But it works like a charm. If my fingers clench too tightly, It's because I'm afraid I'll lose my grip, If I think about you nightly, It's because I'm afraid I might forget. If my fingers clench too tightly, It's because I'm afraid I'll lose my grip, If I think about you nightly, It's because I'm afraid I might forget. Excuse my mess as I pitch this fit, It bothers me more than I can admit. My face goes flush and my head starts to ache. I think this may be my biggest mistake. A fiendish ploy, That you mean me no harm. SongtexteIt's so ill-concieved, But it works like a charm. If my fingers clench too tightly, It's because I'm afraid I'll lose my grip, If I think about you nightly, It's because I'm afraid I might forget. If my fingers clench too tightly, It's because I'm afraid I'll lose my grip, If I think about you nightly, It's because I'm afraid I might forget. To whom it may be of any concern: I forget this lesson each time that it's learned, This argument that I try and defend. It's not logic, it's a means to an end: A fiendish ploy, That you mean me no harm. It's so ill-concieved, But it works like a charm. If my fingers clench too tightly, It's because I'm afraid I'll lose my grip, If I think about you nightly, It's because I'm afraid I might forget. If my fingers clench too tightly, It's because I'm afraid I'll lose my grip, If I think about you nightly, It's because I'm afraid I might forget. 'Cos I'm afraid I'll lose my grip, 'Cos I'm afraid I might forget, If my fingers clench too tightly, It's because I'm afraid I'll lose my grip, If I think about you nightly, It's because I'm afraid I might forget Aus Songtexte Mania