A heart out of affection, a night at the masquerade.

You won some and you're lonesome

as the spotlight fades.

Going forth pretending, destination is at hand.

When she's crying just a little, just for me.

I've seen them set off to the promised land,

escaping from the hurtings.

They don't understand

a sense of satisfaction on account of pristine tears.

She's crying just a little more just like you.

Why don't you cry, cry a little over me?

Why don't you lie?

Can't you tell me that I am hard to deny?


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