| Jesus, don’t cry
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| You can rely on me honey
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| You can combine anything you want
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| I’ll be around
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| You were right about the stars
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| Each one is a setting sun
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| Tall buildings shake
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| Voices escape singing sad sad songs
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| Tuned to chords strung down your cheeks
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| Bitter melodies turning your orbit around
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| Don’t cry
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| You can rely on me honey
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| You can come by any time you want
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| I’ll be around
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| You were right about the stars
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| Each one is a setting sun
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| Tall buildings shake
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| Voices escape singing sad sad songs
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| Tuned to chords strung down your cheeks
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| Bitter melodies turning your orbit around
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| Voices whine
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| Skyscrapers are scraping together
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| Your voice is smoking
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| Last cigarettes are all you can get
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| Turning your orbit around
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| Our love
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| Our love
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| Our love is all we have
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| Our love
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| Our love is all of God’s money
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| Everyone is a burning sun
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| Tall buildings shake
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| Voices escape singing sad sad songs
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| Tuned to chords strung down your cheeks
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| Bitter melodies turning your orbit around
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| Voices whine
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| Skyscrapers are scraping together
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| Your voice is smoking
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| Last cigarettes are all you can get
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| Turning your orbit around
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| Last cigarettes are all you can get
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| Turning your orbit around
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| Last cigarettes are all you can get
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| Turning your orbit around |