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I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT

I can tell by your eyes that you've prob'bly been cryin' forever, 
and the stars in the sky don't mean nothin' to you, they're a mirror. 
I don't want to talk about it, how you broke my heart. 
If I stay here just a little bit longer, 
If I stay here, won't you listen to my heart, whoa, heart?