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Cry!

It's ironic, considerate rarity patron of, love,
higher knowledge engulfs me, 'cause the blast of fate a lesson,
to my eyes concerned, and overwhelmed men were to fear,
their livin' so empty inside, and yet it burns so akward this time.

It's something with my pride lies,
I cannot hide my true side,
and maybe in distress,
I can still come out laughing,
that's the way I am.

This little boy proud of helping those in need,
but he's not me, but just maybe he could be, I can see it now because,
I am a hero to his eyes, temporarily blind this immature kid,
and put the test mother fking in jail,
hiding by helping and wanting to understand me,

Tears! A waterfall of acid cries from his,
Eyes! I need to recognize!
Men-to-be... whoa, whoa.

It's something with my pride lies,
I cannot hide my true side,
and maybe in distress,
I can still come out laughing,
that's the way I am.

Am I hard to recognize, what do I need to realize?
Why can't I see with my own, fking eyes?
what do i need to see!?
See!

It's something with my pride lies,
I cannot hide my true side,
and maybe in distress,
I can still come out laughing,
that's the way I am!

Am I hard to recognize, what do I need to realize?
Why can't I see with my own, fking eyes?
what do i need to see!?

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