| Mama never taught me how to smile
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| But trust me, it was not for lack of tryin'
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| So instead I’m thinkin' I will cut my chances and
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| Have a crack at cryin'
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| My father told me I was not a fighter
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| And all my life has led me to believe it
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| So just slap on a mask and you’ll happily pass
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| Because sadness don’t exist if no one sees it
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| But the lines on my face are cutting deeper
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| As these tearful rivers run them over
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| See I’ve always had disdain for the face in my mirror
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| Getting worse as I grow older, so I
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| Force some laughter, and fake a smile
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| When I feel the tears are near
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| Because I know after, it may take a while
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| But my smile will be ear to ear
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| Like the one I’ve painted
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| A disguise for my sadness
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| But I’m sick of charadin', I’ll try on some madness and
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| Dance with the devil, laugh with the sinners —
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| Long as your smiling, you’re always the winner —
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| So just know that when the world is weeping
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| It’ll likely leave you laughing
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| Tell your bad thoughts they ought to be leaving
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| Never dwell on any sad thing
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| And remember —
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| Don’t you ever —
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| Force your laughter, or fake a smile
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| Cause you’re nowhere near to tears
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| Now wipe off that frown
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| Cause the clowns are in style
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| As the clouds start to clear
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| Sing it loud with me dear
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| We’re smiling from ear to ear
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| Just try it, to spite a bad mood
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| Behind this mask I am
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| Still smiling, but I don’t have to
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| I smile —
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| Because —
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| I can |