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Bitter tears keep me going |
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Through the years, freely flowing |
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What have you done |
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Only a gun could stop these bitter tears |
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The endless streets |
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I walk along |
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You made them seem pretty |
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But now I dream in country songs |
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And wake in |
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New York City |
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And the only beauty is |
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Is the world seen through the tears |
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Bitter tears keep me going |
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Through the years, freely flowing |
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What have you done |
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Only a gun could stop these bitter tears |
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I cry because it looks so good |
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I cry, why not, it's free |
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And there's nothing more interesting |
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Than crying constantly |
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And as I tell everyone |
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Cryin' all the time is fun |
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Bitter tears keep me going |
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Through the years, freely flowing |
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What have you done |
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Only a gun could stop these bitter tears |