| I know we’re through
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| But I still can’t really believe that we’d fall
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| And though it’s sad
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| I still try to hold back my fears
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| But I still call
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| What can I say or do for you?
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| What would you like me to be?
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| Shall I laugh, dance, or sing for you?
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| Cripples cry
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| What can I do?
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| Yes I know that you don’t want me anymore
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| I carry tears, incense and fine wines
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| What do you do?
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| But please believe that your love will grow with time
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| Or will heal
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| Although you say you’ll never change your mind
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| I’ll be here
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| And I’m a torn-down child for you
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| I build my castles in the sky
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| And I’ve the colors of a clown
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| In the teardrops from my eyes
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| Yes I know that you don’t want me anymore
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| I carry tears, incense and fine wines
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| What do you do?
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| I’m on the other side of fear
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| Through my pain I’ve learned to love
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| And if my actions aren’t too clear
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| Remember clowns only cry
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| Yes I know that you don’t want me anymore
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| I carry tears, incense and fine wines
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| What do you do?
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| Your dark secrets torture my mind
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| Your lack of love turns me cold
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| And your first lovers you’ve left behind
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| Oh do you wish to return?
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| Yes I know that you don’t want me anymore
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| I carry tears, incense and fine wines
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| What do you do?
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| What can I say or do for you?
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| What would you like me to be?
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| Shall I laugh, dance, or sing for you?
|
| Cripples cry
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| What can I do?
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| Yes I know that you don’t want me anymore
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| I carry tears, incense and fine wines
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| What do you do? |