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Tears have rolled down many good cheek |
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So when it comes down to your turn |
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Dont be afraid of admitting youre weak |
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'Cause these are the tears that you earn |
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Strangers, new neighbors, theyll both understand |
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Who hasnt been there? Hold up your hand |
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Strangers, neighbors, none of them planned |
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Tears are the wage of this land |
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When raindrop first fell to the ground |
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It seemed like the brightest idea |
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Even though teardrops were already around |
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No one yet linked them with tear |
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Raindrop you notice when stood under trees |
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Pin-drop you can hear if you're down on your knees |
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But if teardrop anyone sees |
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Its time, gentlemen please |
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Scars you know take longer to heal |
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Whilst tears youll not see again |
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So which do we try so hard to conceal |
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The ones that make fools of us men |
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Bricklayer, teacher, firefighter or vet |
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One thing in common, the hankies theyve wet |
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But hidden away in the bedroom I bet |
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Tears in public, not yet |
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Drums have rolled for hundreds of years |
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Since weve blown one another to bits |
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Generals and soldiers still holding their ears |
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'Cause drumbeat and teardrop dont mix |
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When teardrops fall everyone in the band |
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Makes out their musics slipped from the stand |
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Leaving the singer, his head in his hands |
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Public emotion, be damned |
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Scars you know take longer to heal |
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Whilst tears youll not see again |
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So which do we try so hard to conceal |
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The ones that make fools of us men |
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Bricklayer, teacher, firefighter or vet |
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One thing in common, the hankies theyve wet |
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But hidden away in the bedroom I bet |
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Tears in public, not yet, not yet, not yet, not yet, not yet |
