| Don’t tell her that you want her
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| Don’t ask her to be yours
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| Don’t tell her she is everything
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| Or she might see the fool behind the frown
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| And then the heart behind the fool
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| Don’t tell her that you need her
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| Don’t tell her that you care
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| Don’t ask her to hold you
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| Or she might see the fool behind the frown
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| And then the heart behind the fool
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| Behind the cool, there’s a dreading that
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| Someday she’ll betray you
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| Someday she will dispose of
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| All her photographs of you
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| So don’t tell her when you’re lonely
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| Don’t tell her when you’re blue
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| Don’t tell her she means everything to you
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| So don’t tell her that you need her
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| Don’t tell her that you care
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| Don’t ask her to hold you
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| Or she might see the fool behind the frown
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| And then the heart behind the fool |