Cry, cry, cry, baby cry Take your coffee cup to the sill Watch the rain pour off the roof Into puddles that could drown you Feelin' small as you do Wipe the tears off with your shirt Even the good memories hurt There is no way to make this pointless situation work Don't ask for a solution, I can't give you absolution And all the things we've worked so hard for as the days turn into weeks Turn into months turn into years will almost surely end in tears So just cry, cry, cry, baby cry... Love me tender, love me true, 'til it's over and we're through Is there anything more that I could ask of you And don't tell me about hell, I know hell very well And I'm still sitting here, sorting through the prayers and pictures Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday comes and you're still wondering If your phone will ever ring and wash away this misery But your still stranded out at sea and you're not sure you'll ever see dry land So just cry, cry, cry, baby cry... And you've been looking for a cure but life is bitter and impure And all the things we've worked so hard for as the days turn into weeks Turn into months turn into years will end in tears so just Cry, cry, cry, little baby cry
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Copy to Clipboard: Cry, cry, cry, baby cry Take your coffee cup to the sill Watch the rain pour off the roof Into puddles that could drown you Feelin' small as you do Wipe the tears off with your shirt Even the good memories hurt There is no way to make this pointless situation work Don't ask for a solution, I can't give you absolution And all the things we've worked so hard for as the days turn into weeks Turn into months turn into years will almost surely end in tears So just cry, cry, cry, baby cry... Love me tender, love me true, 'til it's over and we're through Is there anything more that I could ask of you And don't tell me about hell, I know hell very well And I'm still sitting here, sorting through the prayers and pictures Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday comes and you're still wondering If your phone will ever ring and wash away this misery But your still stranded out at sea and you're not sure you'll ever see dry land So just cry, cry, cry, baby cry... And you've been looking for a cure but life is bitter and impure And all the things we've worked so hard for as the days turn into weeks Turn into months turn into years will end in tears so just Cry, cry, cry, little baby cry
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