| If my heart could tell the story
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| It would tell how much I’m lonely
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| And of my bleeding heart inside
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| That’s open for love
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| Needing love
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| Oh
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| If you look at me you would see
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| A softly spoken man
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| But deep inside I try to hide
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| A hurt that I can’t stand
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| Oh no one understands
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| As proud but lonely man
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| Not only sympathy
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| But only wanting to be happy
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| If my heart could tell the story
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| It would tell how much I’m lonely
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| And of my bleeding heart inside
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| That’s open for love
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| Needing love
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| Oh
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| How much longer can I hold this
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| Heart full of despair
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| You know I search for satisfaction
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| But I can find it nowhere
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| Now on my face, I wear a smile
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| But it’s only there just a for a while
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| 'Cause when the pretending ends
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| That’s when heartache rushes in
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| If my heart could tell the story
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| Then it would tell how much I’m lonely
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| And of my bleeding heart inside
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| That’s open for love
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| Needing love
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| Oh
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| If my heart could tell the story
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| Then it would tell just how much I’m lonely |