And I fold this handnIt's all that I can do to save facenCause I'm out of linenOut of linennAnd I've learned the signsnI've watched the eyesnAnd movements that they makenI'm not surprised anymorennI am ashamed of my pastnThey won't let me forgetnnA reborn July nAnd a black and whitenThey won't let me forgetnA letter that I keepnOr the lack of sleepnThey won't let me forgetnnI am ashamed of my pastnThey won't let me forgetnnA reborn JulynAnd a black and whitenThey won't let me forgetnA letter that I keepnOr the lack of sleepnThey won't let me forgetnnMy flesh and bonenAnd why I should answer the telephonenThey won't let me forgetnAnd no InI don't want to forget