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Years flew away |
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I saw her standing there |
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Our last parking lot |
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'Cause we didn't have a prayer |
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Liquid roses trying to confess |
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Don't cry that way |
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Don't cry that way |
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Don't cry that way |
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Little girl, I feel so helpless |
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The city far below |
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I let a river pour |
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Our corner room of glass |
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We had a sad contest |
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Beneath your skin you found two rivers more |
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Don't cry that way |
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Don't cry that way |
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Don't cry that way |
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Little girl, I feel so helpless |
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Do they know as they fight their way upstream? |
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Have they a reason to know why? |
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Here we go into the analyzer's dream |
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And when we get there, do we die? |
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Hey, brother, count the ways that I am blessed |
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But I am cursed with your image as a child |
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Silently like Chiclets in the wild |
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Don't cry that way |
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Don't cry that way |
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Don't cry that way |
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Little boy, I feel so helpless |
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Don't cry that way |
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Don't cry that way |
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Don't cry that way |
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Little boy, I feel so helpless |
