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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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