If I could cry
I'd ease this achin' heart inside
But though I often try
The tears stay hidden deep inside
They just won't start
Though none can take your place
In my heart
I should let go
But the hurt is just too deep to show
I guess it's just my pride
What can I do (what can I do)
Though a tear may start to form
Each time I hold your warm, warm memory near
Until I die I guess that
I will never cry for you
Though a tear may start to form
Each time I hold your warm, warm memory near
Until I die I guess that
I will never cry for you
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