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