How can I tell you what
I said I'd never tell you?
I told God if I told you
You'd know,
And things would change
And you'd get hurt,
in the end.
But if I don't tell you,
Nothing would change,
And you'll think it's not true
(when it is)
And you'd get hurt,
in the end.
Maybe God himself knows
How I can tell you
Without telling you, really,
So you'll not get hurt,
in the end.
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