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The eyes can't hide |
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What's running through the mind |
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When love begins to die |
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It yields the tears we cry |
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Behind a smile |
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Could be a struggling lie |
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And though we try so hard |
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We just can't fake it |
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*But why do we allow |
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Somebody to step in? |
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Though they can't read |
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Between the lines |
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When we are hurting |
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**I don't want to cry aloud |
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I want him to be the one to know |
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That I'm in pain and |
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He's the one to blame |
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I want him to figure out |
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It's all about discerning what is real |
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What I trully feel |
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To see the meaning |
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Knowing what's within |
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He holds my hand |
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But never understands |
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Embracing me is coldness |
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He's too numb to feel |
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If I convey |
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The things I have to say |
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I thinks I'll only make a fool |
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Of myself |
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Repeat * & ** |
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When he starts to see |
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These tears inside of me |
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Then I'll believe |
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That he perceives |
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Just what's within |
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What's within |