| A heart out of affection, a night at the masquerade
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| You won some and you’re lonesome
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| As the spotlight fades
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| Going forth pretending destination is at hand
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| When she’s crying just a little
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| Just for me
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| I’ve seen them set off to the promised land
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| Escaping from the hurtings
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| They don’t understand
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| A sense of satisfaction
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| On account of pristine tears
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| She’s crying just a little more
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| Just like you
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| Why don’t you cry
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| Cry a little over me?
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| Why don’t you lie?
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| Can’t you tell me that I am hard to deny?
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| Can’t she see what I am going through?
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| Cry just a little for me Oh girl, a little for me Afraid to give away what you keep inside
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| There’s a ghost in your mirror
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| Every lonesome night
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| And those nights are getting colder
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| And your heart is a frozen wound
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| Don’t you wonder who’ll be there when you awake
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| Why don’t you cry
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| Cry a little over me?
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| Why don’t you lie?
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| Can’t you tell me that I am hard to deny?
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| Can’t she see what I am going through?
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| Cry just a little for me Oh girl, a little for me Why don’t you cry
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| Cry a little over me?
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| Why don’t you lie?
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| Can’t you tell me that I am, hard to deny?
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| Can’t she see what I am going through?
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| Cry just a little for me Oh cry, a little for me |