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So, it's how the story goes. |
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And we come to the scene where I'm holding you close. |
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She moves, moves like a thin dulling blade |
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Cuts, all the words that I said. |
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The only difference is, |
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The only difference is, |
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The truth -- |
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The truth is I miss you. |
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Cry on demand. |
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How'd you learn to? |
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Cry on demand. |
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Teach me if you want to. |
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Though you don't have to. |
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I just close my eyes and think of you. |
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Real. Real like a plastic bouquet. |
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That thrives on the smoke from an old fireplace. |
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And dies every night with her face on the news. |
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Nobody cries, they just smoke and stare and their shoes. |
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The only difference is, |
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The only difference is, |
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Nobody can cry -- |
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It's hard to do. |
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For most folks, without a reason why. |
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Cry on demand. |
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How'd you learn to? |
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Cry on demand. |
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Why would you want to? |
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Just close your eyes and think of me. |
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I take back everything I said. |
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She can't hurt me, and I can't hurt you. |
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It's like were already dead. |
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Cry on demand. |
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Why would you want to? |
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Cry on demand. |
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Teach me if you want to. |
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Though you don't have to. |
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I just close my eyes and think of you. |
