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The Cure Boys Dont Cry

most anything To get you back by my side But I just keep on laughing Hiding the tears in my eyes Because boys don't cry Boys don't cry Boys don't cry

10:15 Saturday night And the tap drips Under the strip light And I'm sitting In the kitchen sink And the tap drips Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip

The sun rises slowly On another day The eastern sky grows cold Winter in water colours Shades of grey Something Something holds me hypnotized... I

Slowly fading blue The eastern hollows catch The dying sun Night time follows Silent and black Mirror pool mirrors The lonely place Where I meet you

Standing on a beach With a gun in my hand Staring at the sea Staring at the sand Staring down the barrel At the arab on the ground See his open mouth

Plastic passion is a hard to handle Plastic passion is a sold out scandal Oh! it's a plastic passion Plastic passion is the ladies lover Plastic passion

Dressed in Berlin black I was only playing Disguise my words to fool you From what I was saying Mud trench Meat stench The Fatherland is looking on Grip

eyes And hold so tightly Scared of what the morning brings Waiting for tomorrow Never comes Deep inside The empty feeling All the night time leaves me Three imaginary boys

most anything To get you back by my side But I just keep on laughing Hiding the tears in my eyes Because boys don't cry Boys don't cry Boys don't cry