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Here I stand with head in hand,
Turn my face to the wall.
If she’s gone I can’t go on,
Feeling two foot small.
Ev’rywhere people stare,
Each and ev’ry day.
I can see them laugh at me,
And I hearthem say.
Hey, you’ve got hide your love away.
Hey, you’ve got hide your love away.
How can 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 hide your love away.
Hey, you’ve got hide your love away.
Lyrics by John Lennon
I've been told this quite a few times lately, but the irony is that love I think may be what gives birth to artistic expression. And you sure as hell can't hide that.
Turn my face to the wall.
If she’s gone I can’t go on,
Feeling two foot small.
Ev’rywhere people stare,
Each and ev’ry day.
I can see them laugh at me,
And I hearthem say.
Hey, you’ve got hide your love away.
Hey, you’ve got hide your love away.
How can 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 hide your love away.
Hey, you’ve got hide your love away.
Lyrics by John Lennon
I've been told this quite a few times lately, but the irony is that love I think may be what gives birth to artistic expression. And you sure as hell can't hide that.