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Never Mind ( Ilona Hesse )



There are a thousand words I want to say to you;

Words like "I care about you" and "I love you".
I"m about to open my mouth,
But my throat is dry,
And I think "Never mind"

I see you smile at me with these sparkles in your eyes,
And I wonder: have you ever seen a woman when she cries?
I'm about to say these words,
But I can't help keeping quiet,
Because I think "Never mind".

When you speak to me, I know there is no doubt,
It's great and interesting things we're talking about,
And yet it's not what I'd like to hear.
I'll just keep it to myself,
And think "Never mind".

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( Ilona Hesse )
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