| Oh, I’ve had infatuations
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| And sweet obsessions before
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| They filled me up for a selfish moment
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| And I made them out to be more than they were
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| And now I’m paying for throwing it around
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| I go unheard when what I’m saying
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| Is finally profound and you’re sick of the sound
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| Of the boy who cried love
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| And nobody came running
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| All the false alarms still hovering
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| Love, too many times carelessly
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| But now it’s true and you don’t believe me
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| What can I do to change how you see me?
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| Don’t want to know that kind of lonely
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| The boy who cried love
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| I’m sweeping up all those promises
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| That I will never make again
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| They weren’t the kind you tell a trusting heart
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| They were just designed to win
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| Now it’s you and I’m sorry
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| Don’t let me become
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| The star of the story
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| Have you heard the one?
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| About the boy who cried love
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| And nobody came running
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| All the false alarms still hovering
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| Love, too many times carelessly
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| But now it’s true and you don’t believe me
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| What can I do to change how you see me?
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| Don’t want to know that kind of lonely
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| The boy who cried love, love, love
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| We all want to be amazed
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| Romanticized through the smokey haze
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| It stings our eyes and steals the days of you
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| And the boy who cried love
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| And nobody came running
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| All the false alarms still hovering
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| Love, too many times carelessly
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| But now it’s true and you don’t believe me
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| What can I do to change how you see me?
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| Don’t want to know that kind of lonely
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| The boy who cried love, the boy who cried love |