| What’s the point of hiding, boy?
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| I can see it in your eyes
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| Silence is a good decoy
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| But it isn’t a disguise
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| What’s the point of faking
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| When inside you’re breaking? |
| Uh-oh
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| Whatcha holding back from me?
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| I’m the one you’re meant to trust
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| Help me with you’re feelings
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| Keep your secret between us
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| Show me where the hurt is
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| Underneath the surface, uh-oh
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| Teardrops turning into rust
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| Still your eyes are saying so much
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| Truth is hiding in the dust
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| When boys cry, boys cry
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| You gotta learn what to see
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| In their dry eyes, dry eyes
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| And you may have to listen
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| Through gritted teeth, gritted teeth
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| 'Cause you don’t always see it when boys cry, boys cry
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| Whatcha gonna do now, boy?
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| I can feel you dodging me
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| You don’t fool me with your ploy
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| I can see through everything
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| Instead of coping
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| Put it in the open, uh-oh
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| Teardrops turning into rust
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| Still your eyes are saying so much
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| Truth is hiding in the dust
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| When boys cry, boys cry
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| You gotta learn what to see
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| In their dry eyes, dry eyes
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| And you may have to listen
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| Through gritted teeth, gritted teeth
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| 'Cause you don’t always see it when boys cry, boys cry
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| When boys cry, boys cry
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| You gotta learn what to see
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| In their dry eyes, dry eyes
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| And you may have to listen
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| Through gritted teeth, gritted teeth
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| 'Cause you don’t always see it when boys cry, boys cry
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| Oh, boys try to tell the world
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| That they’re fine
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| But boys lie
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| Their tears fall between the lines
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| When boys cry, boys cry
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| You gotta learn what to see
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| In their dry eyes, dry eyes
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| And you may have to listen
|
| Through gritted teeth, gritted teeth
|
| 'Cause you don’t always see it when boys cry, boys cry
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| When boys cry, boys cry
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| You gotta learn what to see
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| In their dry eyes, dry eyes
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| And you may have to listen
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| Through gritted teeth, gritted teeth
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| 'Cause you don’t always see it when boys cry, boys cry |