| You feel familiar
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| But I’m not sure I know your name
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| I don’t know why I’m telling you this story today
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| A whisper on the breeze
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| I heard a rustle in the trees
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| I need to know and maybe you’ll explain
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| Why I can’t stop crying
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| And nothing is as it appears
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| I can’t stop crying
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| But I’m crying someone else’s tears
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| Someone else’s tears
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| The grapes are gathered
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| The wine is pressed
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| And despite the rain it’s been a good year
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| To walk these fields again
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| In the chapel of our youth we bowed down to beauty and truth
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| I see no reason but maybe you’ll explain
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| Why I can’t stop crying
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| But I’m crying someone else’s tears
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| Someone else’s tears
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| The red house that we built…
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| It’s still standing… proud
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| The glasses that we filled…
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| Let’s raise them now
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| It might be raining
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| But the sun is gonna burst through the clouds
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| The storm it can be stilled…
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| Let’s go out…
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| But I can’t stop crying
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| As I’m crashing through the gears
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| I can’t stop crying
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| But I’m crying someone else’s tears
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| Someone else’s tears
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| I can’t stop lying
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| Have I been lying all these years?
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| I can’t stop trying
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| To chase away her fears
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| I can’t stop crying, crying
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| Someone else’s tears |