"Crutch" genre: Pop
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	Fatty's power-ballad... from the band that brought you Millions and the PR Kid. You'll laugh, you'll cry.
	CD: Gill   Label: Too Fat for You Credits: Reed Malcolm
	Lyrics Cry, cry, cry, If you want to carry on, I'm tired of waiting up for you. It's a matter of opinion when it comes to being wrong... Some things are better untrue. And I'm right, Wishing that these cards were out of sight, And drinking swings in someone else's fight, I'm not the man who's learned a lot from Flowers in your doorway. Conversation begs another lie, Stamp your heels when you're done, Some of you people have no right to survive, Chasing your shadows in the sun. So turn around, This world you're on is spinning without sound, Their cars they are careening into town It's not that I'm not man enough for Flowers in your doorway. Leave it here, Leave it right, Don't believe in me Some men sleep right where they belong And some should drift out to sea. Cry, cry, cry, If you think I'll change my mind This look will block out the sound Another year of making up won't change the way The tide confides in compromises better off drowned. So say goodnight, And sleep away the perils and your plight, And dream of days that sit beyond your sight, Pretend that I'm not man enough For flowers in your doorway. And leave it here, Leave it right, Don't believe in me Some men sleep right where they belong And some should drift out to sea.

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