| Does it show as I watch her walking by?
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| Does it show that I’m trying not to cry?
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| Does it show that he’s the reason why?
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| Does it show that every smile is a lie?
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| Does it show even when I am discreet?
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| Does it show I fall right down at her feet?
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| All on its own, my heart lets me know I’m love’s biggest clown.
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| Do you think that shows even when no-one is around?
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| Please, tell me honestly:
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| Am I fooling anyone,
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| Or is the truth kinda hard not to see?
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| In ways that I’ll never know, does it show?
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| Please, say its not too late,
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| So I can stop while there’s still time,
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| An’avoid me some small bit of ache.
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| Does it show with each flickering memories final glow?
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| As night’s cold shadows wrap around where hope let go.
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| An’I sit there in the dark, does it show? |