Cry-Baby

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get ahold of yourself
you are emptier
and the road curves up ahead
and the clouds roll on ahead
but you cry, cry, cry, cry
like a lost little dog
and you cry, cry, cry, cry
and don’t even remember why
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sick of plates, you went to eat outside
with the cartoons in your head
forever ballooning your head
and you cry, cry, cry, cry
like you meant it all
and you cry, cry, cry, cry
and don’t even remember why
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touch, the, blades, of, grass that hold you up
tough, luck, ba-by, no one’s gonna give you love
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sick of life! you went to run and hide
in the blankets underneath your bed
with the monsters underneath your bed
and you cry, cry, cry, cry
staring blankly at the wall
and you cry, cry, cry, cry
and don’t even remember why
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touch, the, bars, of, brass that could hold you up
tough, lucky, ba-by, no one’s gonna give you love
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stand up, get beside yourself
you’ve got nothing to lose, nothing to lose
and you cry, cry, cry, cry
but you’ve already got it all
and you cry, cry, cry, cry
and don’t even remember why
you cry, cry, cry, cry
you’ve already got it all
you’ve already got it all
you’ve already got it all
so give it up
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Copyright L.M. 2010.

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