Here I stand head in hand turn my face to the wall. If he's gone I can't go on. Feeling two foot small.
Everywhere people stare each and every day, I can see them laugh at me and I hear them say:
Hey, you've got to hide your love away.
How can I even try? I can never win hearing them, seeing them. In the state I'm in, how could he say to me "Love will find a way?".
Gather round all you clowns, let me hear you say:
Hey, you've got to hide your love away.
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