| Impetuous girl, what you don’t know can’t hurt you
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| Wish they wouldn’t come back around here no more
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| But you say «I'll get you yet»
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| They are crass, all the people in towns,
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| Are falling out and falling down and falling
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| Wish I would’ve come back here less
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| As a boy dressed up as girl dressed all in colors
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| And how you will sing to them, and how your pain will fall
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| And how you will sing to them,
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| Singing it: «La la la la la la la la la lah «You don’t have to cry anymore
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| You don’t have to cry anymore
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| All the prettiest worlds, don’t cover them all up in your mind
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| As you paint, as it should’ve been, you were meant to love
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| You could not live without it
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| And in your heart and in your lines
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| And you’ve worked so hard and you’ve lived so kind,
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| Been out there just falling down
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| Wish they wouldn’t come back
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| For my boy dressed as a girl dressed all in colors
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| And how you will sing to them and how your verses fall
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| And how there’s a Roman candle burning just for you
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| You don’t have to cry anymore
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| You don’t have to cry anymore
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| You don’t have to cry anymore
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| You don’t have to cry anymore |