All

men

have

sec

-

rets

and

here

is

mine

so

let

it

be

known

For

we

have

been

through

hell

and

high

tide

I

think

I

can

re-

ly

on

you

And

yet

you

start

to

re-

coil

Hea-

vy

words

are

so

light-

ly

thrown

But

still

I'd

leap

in

front

of

a

fly-

ing

bul-

let

for

you

So

what

dif

-

ference

does

it

make?

So

what

dif

-

ference

does

it

make?

It

makes

none,

but

now

you

have

gone

And

you

must

be

look-

ing

ve-

ry

old

to-

night

The

de-

vil

will

find

work

for

id

-

le

hands

to

do

I

stole

and

I

lied,

and

why?

Be-

cause

you

asked

me

to

But

now

you

make

me

feel

so

ash-

amed

Be-

cause

I've

on-

ly

got

two

hands

Well,

I'm

still

fond

of

you

So

what

dif

-

ference

does

it

make?

What

dif

-

ference

does

it

make?

It

makes

none,

but

now

you

have

gone

And

your

pre-

ju-

dice

won't

keep

you

warm

to-

night

Oh

the

de-

vil

will

find

work

for

id

-

le

hands

to

do

I

stole

and

then

I

lied

just

be-

cause

you

asked

me

to

But

now

you

know

the

truth

a-

bout

me

You

won't

see

me

a-

ny-

more

Well,

I'm

still

fond

of

you

But

no

more

apo-

log-

ies,

no

more

No

more

a-

po-

log-

ies

I'm

too

tired,

I'm

so

sick

and

tired

And

I'm

feel-

ing

ve-

ry

sick

and

ill

to-

day

But

I'm

still

fond

of

you