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don't have to cry

to the seaside, washing me clean
sing for rain, foster dreams
some too many, others not gone
come to me, take a seat

sick of my days, heal my night scar
just sold my mom belly up to the bar
look and listen something got to come down
i may not make it but you don't have to cry
dont' have to cry

heave and leave before i grieve
systems down, can't sort out
pass the throttle, speed me out
scam the cash, buy all doubts

sick of my days, heal my night scar
just sold my mom belly up to the bar
look and listen something got to come down
i may not make it but you don't have to cry
dont' have to cry

is this mission impossible
double cross, frame them all
you can pray, the walls may fall down
as for me, back to town

sick of my days, heal my night scar
just sold my mom belly up to the bar
look and listen something got to come down
i may not make it but you don't have to cry
dont' have to cry

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