you know it's true we're both the same. in a storm of words we get lost in what is said. You know me and you see through me. so why are you confused by the things i say and do? Do you know me? You see the strain upon my face Please , don't rain on my parade. It comes to light, it comes in waves, it's gone too late. it goes astray, it goes too far and you say it's clear i know where all your buttons are. it's not so strange, you know, it's not so queer that i know they're there 'cause i'm the one who put them there, exactly as you feared. i know you and i see though you so why am i surprised by the things you say and do? i don't know why. i see the strain upon your face. i won't rain on your parade. it comes to light it comes in waves. it's gone too late. Don't steal the smile fom off my face. Please don't rain on my parade... i know that i can't replace you and it would be a lie to say that i could ever try. it's gone too late it's gone too late it cuts too ways it cuts too ways it's gone too late