(by The Beatles)
Here I stand head in hand,
turn my face to the wall.
If she's gone I can't go on,
feelin' 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.
Hey you've got to hide your love away.
How could I even try,
I can never win.
Hearing them, seeing them,
in the state I'm in.
How could she 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.
Hey you've got to hide your love away
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