Did you know,
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hidden by his clothes there are some scars
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Some are recent,
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some have been there for years
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Did you know
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It doesn't even hurt
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It never really hurts, but there are tears
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Do you want the real story,
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or do you prefer the lie
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Do you want to see him smile,
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or maybe see him cry
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Do you want to follow,
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or let him go alone
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For then, never to know... never to know
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Have you seen the way he acts sometimes
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And when you ask,
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he'll say that he's okay.
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Have you seen how well he pretends
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Laughs out loud,
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before he looks away
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Do you want the real story,
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or do you prefer the lie
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Do you want to see him smile,
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or maybe see him cry
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Do you want to follow,
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or let him go alone
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For then, never to know... never to know
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Never To Know
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Lene Marlin |