| From January to March I’ll tell the world
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| The icy winds make me cry.
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| From April Fools Day to June I’ll tell the world
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| My tears are rain — Oh, what I lie!
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| I just can’t tell the world,
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| I can’t tell them that I’ve lost you,
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| Oh, no I can’t —
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| 'Cause I can’t break the news to myself.
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| From July to September I’ll tell the world
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| The burning sun has me down.
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| From October thru December I’ll tell the world
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| We don’t date 'cause I’m snow bound.
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| I just can’t tell the world,
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| I can’t tell them that I’ve lost you,
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| Oh no, I can’t —
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| 'Cause I can’t break the news to myself. |