TEARS NO MORE
No time for liquid foolishnessto be rolling down my face
it's just wasted seasoned water
for my lips to capture and my tongue to taste
Why should I spend time
trapping this water in my mouth
I have an important future and
it is my destiny I must be about
What a strange way to wash your eyes
I say let them be unclean
it's just to much trouble to cry
walking around bitter and mean
I will bit off Sorrow's head
and rinse my mouth of it's tang
I'm gonna suit-up for happiness
and search til I find the darn thang'
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