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The music is low on her wireless speakers
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In order not to wake the child in the next room
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And others have everything in chocolate, like Willy Wonka
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But the heart is torn from the chest, usually where it is thin
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And the phone, like a gong, will wake her up again in the morning
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From lack of sleep bruises hardly hide the powder
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Someone quietly about love sings her speaker
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And the child on her chest wants to be closer to mom
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My girl, don't cry
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With ringing tears
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Above your broken feelings
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Standing in the wreckage
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My girl, don't cry
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It will pass like rain
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Don't hide your eyes
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After all, tears are just water
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O
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He showed himself like a camera film
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And it turned out that another frame
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Her salary was barely enough for her to pay the term of the loan.
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She shines with payment dates, not spotlights
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But she is a very strong girl.
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Let these sad songs break my heart to shreds
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And let the pillowcase hide her tears at night
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In a world where, alas, the sighted are blind to other people's problems
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My girl, don't cry
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With ringing tears
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Above your broken feelings
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Standing in the wreckage
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My girl, don't cry
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It will pass like rain
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Don't hide your eyes
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After all, tears are just water
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I just believe in it, you know, sincerely, like children
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That even on a rainy day the sun will still shine
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That there is love on the planet, and that it is looking for us
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And what is rich in soul can be one who is a beggar with a ruble
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I just believe in what's out there on the other side of the sound
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By listening to my words, you find a friend in them
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Like big sister's boots and mom's lipstick
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May this song be with you
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My girl, don't cry
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With ringing tears
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Above your broken feelings
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Standing in the wreckage
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My girl, don't cry
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It will pass like rain
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Don't hide your eyes
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After all, tears are just water |