| I’m standin', in a jolly crowd
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| Jokin', laughin', a little too loud
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| Lookin' like a model of a man that’s got it made
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| But my repartee is just to the skies
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| All the hurt I’m trryin' to hide
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| 'Cause I’m cryin', I’m cryin', cryin' inside
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| I’m sittin' in a restaurant
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| A few old friends in our favorite
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| And I’m wearin' a suit of deepest blue
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| I’ve been wise-crackin' like good old days
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| But pretty soon I’m gonna slip away
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| And walk myself right back to my lonely room
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| Everybody knows
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| A man’s no supposed to cry
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| And if you look at my face
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| You’ll see my cheek is dry
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| I wish sometimes they’d cut me slack
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| 'Cause they don’t know while they’re slappin' my back
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| I’m cryin', cry-cry-cryin', cryin' inside
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| Whoa, here come the tears
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| Cry again, cry again
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| Well, everybody knows
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| A man’s no supposed to cry, cry-cry-cry
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| So behind this grin
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| I’m holdin' it in
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| Up until I say goodbye
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| Well, I wish sometimes they’d cut me slack
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| 'Cause they don’t know while they’re slappin' my back
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| I’m cryin', cry-cry-cryin', cryin' inside
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| Nobody knows I’m cryin', cryin' inside
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| I’m the life and the soul of the party
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| Sometimes while I’m cryin' inside
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| Cryin' inside
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| Cryin' inside
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| Cryin' inside |