At night i feel the air just slip through my fingers

In daylight it sticks like glue

When i consider all the things that creep under my skin

None of them are quite as sweet as you



So don't cry



And if i leave, and coming back i lose my way

Don't change the locks on the back door

Cause even though my brain may be twisted and unsound

You know that my heart is true



So don't cry

So don't cry

So don't cry

So don't cry




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