| Cry, cry my little chocolate mouth
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| The sun will come out to save your smile
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| Cry as the monarchs will be leaning south
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| The impostors of spring fell all the while
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| And who’s gonna say that I couldn’t be right?
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| I’m not gonna lie down and suffer into the night
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| Been here all alone before and here I come again
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| Try, we try to keep our noses clean
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| But there’s so many gods with so many needs
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| And I try, but sadness is an infinite stream
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| We say that we love, don’t know what it means
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| And who’s gonna say that I couldn’t be right?
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| Don’t want to go walk at the sun right into the night
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| You said that you were happy then
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| Do you believe that you were true?
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| You probably were happier then
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| When there was no me, there was you
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| And born to think that, what is true
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| To think that, what is true
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| And born to think that, what is true
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| To think that, what is true
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| And who’s gonna say that I couldn’t be right?
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| Don’t want to go walk at the sun right into the night
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| You said that you were happy then
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| Do you believe that you were true?
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| You probably were happier then
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| When there was no me, there was you |