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Don't tell her

I wouldn't wish,even to my enemy,
to spend nights like this
loneliness and cold,I don't have to explain
I mean destruction
 
Don't tell her that I'm in pain
that I don't have where to go
I run around
Don't tell her how I am
I prefer to die
than her feeling sorry for me
 
Don't tell her that I'm scared
that I don't eat,I don't sleep
But if it's brought up
tell her ''By the way
how's George?''
And let her answer
 
I wouldn't let,even my enemy,
to use me like this
I'll chill in my house,light up a fire
and then we'll see what she'll say
 
Don't tell her that I'm in pain
that I don't have where to go
I run around
Don't tell her how I am
I prefer to die
than her feeling sorry for me
 
Don't tell her that I'm scared
that I don't eat,I don't sleep
But if it's brought up
tell her ''By the way
how's George?''
And let her answer
 
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