| Cry for the bird with broken wings
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| Cry for the world that will not spin
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| Cry for the loss of innocense
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| Cry for a love, turned loveless
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| Sometimes I think of you, when I’m alone
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| Oh no Cry …
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| Nothing will ever be the same
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| all is ruined and put to shame
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| tears and stars are one and the same
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| when I look up through my focused lens
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| But sometimes I think of you, when I’m alone
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| Oh no Cry … tears and stars confide, collide then die
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| Deep inside tears run dry, but I cry and cry.
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| Tiger skins and elephant tusks
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| in guilted mountains seep disgust
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| I look at you and I want to speak
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| for once in a while be a man and weep
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| 'cos all the dolphins and whales have gone
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| all good tidings and hopes have blown
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| all our nightmares are flying home
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| and it’s too late to do anything but …
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| Cry … tears and stars confide, collide then die
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| deep inside tears run dry, but I cry and cry
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| Cry … |